the grey stormbuoyant and dark in the sky
my legs crossed upon a bench
dark shiver from the deep
ladybird on my knee
boisterous fly expelled with open book
ladies' silhouettes past my insouciant eye
great is the spectacle beyond
lightning's prongs stabbing the rising waves
digging into mirrored grey spume
anger gnaws at heaps of seaweed
at the beach's diminishing border
the sun dances in my lap
seemingly unaware
of the storm's vagrant antagonism
just so i have been witness to the world
to the howls the rage the despair
bathing visitors hurry to umbrage
still my pen holds sway
i have no eager appetite to negate
long murky lines of horizon's rains
drawing a smoky curtain
over naked nature's pains
rather turn the pen over
spill this ink
clasp the concave moment
as light assembles into dark
clouds into torrent
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