the vast ocean moves
far off from my home
and little squirrels
at my feet flicker their tails
and I wonder, how quiet
both are, standing in the drifts
of time
never worry
when the storm begins
one day, the cloud of death
comes over you
just as quickly
as the squirrel’s step
over your toe
and the ocean wave
like a blanket over your face
looking up at the sky
from the shore
flashes of lightning
all illumined
then gone
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