August 11, 2020 - 12:14pm


the present is ever but an amalgam of the past
another cottage, a different hammock
yet another thunder that splits the dead of night
maybe a different year but always the same havoc

swinging between relief and a jealous blues
knowing and seeing, what the flu's to a flooze
empty promises rose back with the wind
and tainted a care i could never rescind

after a red eye in the storm
the sky roars angrier than ever
it's a staring contest with the lonely island
from which i'd reaped savage berries earlier

i wonder which of us fought the hardest
we'll know once the calm sinks with the rain
i wonder who survived the tempest
we'll know once the seagulls fly again.
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