Gusts blew twigs and branches on the deck.
The lake had rollers sounding like a sea's.
Everyone was gone. There was a hint local
Disaster had once more been, barely,
Averted, but who knew? Clouds like claws
Combed the flanks of the wooded mountains,
Bears raking the woods for edible things, even
While we waited for another thing, the one thing,
The shift that was always coming, but when?
You can't dream slowly enough for the world
To coordinate your docking procedure
With its forever receding farther shore, for
The shore to rise to you by night, but when you see
This water surging over your deck you know
You were the one was always too slow.
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