Tuesday, March 3, 2015

2-4-15 12:19am

A stiff breeze takes up its practice,
and with their heads held high,
they begin to take their leave from solid earth.

Unsure of where they were supposed to haunt,
spectral wanderings,
become lucid,
crystalized,
in ancient dirt.

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Bouyant specs of silence
rest on horizon,
and Little Eva beats a course for home.

Just 5 miles due south of the harbor,
a hurricane changes path
to flex its muscles on her hull.

Mother nature reclaims every soul.


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