Look, the ocean hides a screaming madness
but it looks so serene until the waves rise up
and break, until the storm opens it up
and the primal force lets loose
its dazzling roar and crashing surf,
then leaves us a foamy edge of silence
to watch as it dissolves into another
kind of light.
From: Shorts: Short Poems
On How We Ramble
Unpub. MS p. 66
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