Storm

Storm. pic

 

 

The light is wicked

lascivious in its portents of fear

laying waste to familiar sights

it mocks

as we retreat

a blitzkrieg emerging rudely

from some previous complacency

 

All along the coast

a frustrated tsunamiĀ  rehearses

with a roiling fist the desecration

it would unleash

if everything were to come together

in a fusion that mankindĀ  would recognize

as an answer to sleights.