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


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