Aug 122011
 
Here, among the deep
sea-sway, a continuance
of the thin green pines

reaches to the shore
and lets
its spiny promptings dip

and lash into the salt.
It was the horizoning storms
that were to be watched

and mostly underneath
our soaking shirts
to fear.

Then the often creaking
cells of the resilient
bending boughs

would snap.  Such times
a man couldn't dream for the
quaking of his bowels.

Such times a man can't
think of his wife
for fear of his children.

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