ahhhh, that bitch blows
hard here again
that angry Nor'east wind
sending hundreds of
women and men
scurrying to pile sand
all along highway 12
like winter's residents
pile mid-western snow
winter is here to
rip apart again, rebuild
for spring, and nourish
this home so thin
thunderous crashes
where barrels would break
that beautiful glass crash
replaced by her roar
above traffic
above television
above reason
and all else
this is the life
of the land we chose
soon to be tales
of before the sea rose.
Very nice rhythm and images.
ReplyDeletethank you :)
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