POEM: Tempest

a rock slab juts angularly through the waves
in a tempest — torrential & tumultuous

the tip-top of that rock forms a jagged cliff,
and next to that jagged cliff stands a shack —
rickety but resolute —
it sways in whipping winds,
but neither collapses
nor flies into the gnashing maw & smashing fists
of the monstrous surge below

between the slats of that shack,
a rain-pelted eye peers out,
awaiting the lightning that will
show her a flash frame of infinite, angry seas

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