The Annual Storm

December 23, 2011

Rain fell last night, loud
Warned that tomorrow I'd wake
On a lush island
At least, it was lush
Until the island ended
At my doorstep

The river poured forth
Primitive spirit, kept us
Two days hostage

I walked to the edge
Of the bridge that river
Had gobbled right up
Picked up a rock, rough
Limestone, threw it, and watched its
Ripples float away

It receded, left
Fallen trees, no bridge, and two
People washed away

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