THE CREEK

The storm moves down the harbor

the water changes

from silver to black

the sky solid in its gloomy threat

 

The creek winds away into the marsh

as if to escape

but none can escape

the coming storm

 

The rain pummels the creek

water on water

as if it were a surface to destroy

the lightning tears the sky

then sews it up again

 

The creek makes slowly for the land

in futile flight

AUGUST

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