La Rev

He was at the eye of the next
    great depression;
he was out in the white-capped ocean
    without any sense of land.
And so no one else knew
    what he knew, no one
received a text portending the storm.
    Even he, at its brooding heart, did
not realize what he was into—
   a great howling turbine
of thought and lingering debris.
    Part of him said, Odd,
but he folded this instinct
    into the folds of the sea
thinking, This is how life is.
    Palms bending ashore
and the cackle of estranged shingles
    argued otherwise.




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