She swirled, whirling mass,

upon the coast to crash,

The levee broke and washed

Our world. Each piece passed

By, fast and amassed

In corners like trash.

“Are you done at last?”

She chuckled and thrashed.

© CGT, 2017.


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Obol is a poet and an infrequent writer of prose.

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