fisherman's friends
furious skytall Atlantic
rams grey into white into
white into grey
sky violence
the beach restaurant quivers rumbles
no customers but I
the world around us onslaught of
forty feet tall towering inferno
rushes straight at the window
across from my half-finished dish
of pan-fried fish
'coffee please', my voice kept steady.
and the tide keeps rising.
mint may, sweet’eart
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