poems.

hurricanes

had kept her

at home, 

But 

Now

she'll roll

-- you can feel it --

she's never

going to stop

Genesis, after rain

the world was very quiet, 

exhausted after tears

I listened to it

tell of the sea.

So much of truth is

your own

abstraction

I 

was 

in that flood of seas, wind, and wild

a

delicate fragment

to be swept away.