Ooh, coming right at us
the slam!
It
hurls us upside
down
and sideways
splashes a thousand
ponds
into the clouds
steams us
wrings us
topples
buildings to house-
shapes
under the sand
walls
the archaeologists can puzzle over—
why?
Oh, why not?
mutter lava
and melted coins
A tree stands here and a
segment of
brook
Maybe a mountain range
can make it through
a child
a deer
or two.
Sarah Webb 11-2-20
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