Sunday, July 3, 2011

Storm

I swam back to you
out there on the shore
skin glistening in the dry heat
grated by the winds and sand

You've been there reading
for a while now

you've come close to finishing
the novel, whatever it is
but you break from the narrative
to look at the swarms of gulls,
pelicans, sandpipers, crows

all a-flutter with knowledge of a storm

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