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
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Written on 2018-11-24 at 17:52
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