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on stormy days

all that is for certain



is that the cloudy

bay overflows



from buckets of rain

when the wind is high

on the shoreline

white caps overlap

on the sand



each motion

indexed

waves go where they are supposed to go

rain falls

like loose words

and drops drip as nimble divers

in depths

covering up time to save nine

from the murky green blue sea

to the marshes where assumption ambles off haunted





certain as inherited sketches of thought

tides cycle ebb and flow



and the homeless who used to be derelicts

tragic for lack of tears dredged



from falling skies

it be

the life as lived on these waters





the quavering of an open hand

instinctive

to find the means of escape in a bottle of cheap red wine