OMEN - Poem
I am walking the dock
Enjoying the calm weather
The cold sun of early December
The nineteen foot tide bringing the harbor
Nearly to street level, but I am not worried
It is flat glass or sheer ice or whatever
Cliché you want to apply to a day
In which there is no wind on the water
Which is a good thing because behind this tide
Would mean that I would be underwater
But instead I am perfectly dry in a day with no rain either
But then it comes, a rogue gust to lift my ball cap
First only an implication in the boat rigging
A hint before the earthquake strikes.
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