Monday, February 10, 2014

Tsunami (Poem 314)

Long before it 
arrives
freight-train rumble 
bearing down
prairie storm inking 
out the horizon
tidal wave of
gunmetal thunderheads 
steamrolling creases 
from hills that glow
eerily in the half-light
claw all you want 
at the cliff's face
they say
this tsunami will break
and you will 
be overwhelmed, 
crumpled and finally
swept out to sea

(c) 2014, by Hannah Six