8-18 Sandy

Sandy

 

Two bodies shiver inside a bathroom

as the bungalow quivers, shifts.

 

Pressing together, storm surges drenches

the shorelines, brackish crests

blast and batter,

darkness clamps tight

as mussel halves, until a salty blade

pries open the basement

filling the corridor

 

and the bungalow floats away.

 

Peter Venable

oelkers9@msn.com

 

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