Terror Firma

 

Somewhere beyond our view 

Fishermen in dories

Ride out a storm, curlers

Roll in without a clue.

A lizard's tongue of lightning 

Forks across the horizon. 

The beach is firm, solid, 

Out on the sea, who knows?

Pickup trucks with trailers 

Line the shore. Wives talk

Among themselves or stand alone,

Listen to their scanners,

Cast glances seaward,

Listen and wait. Smoke and wait.





Poetry by jim The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-11-24 at 17:52

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Ghost of Heino
My grandmother, she waves and says something high way too high, hi.
My reading of this post went extremely well!
2021-09-26


arquious
Gives the sense of fearful moment. Very raw and moving.
2020-09-22