the rainy day
money. the change in the jar.
the bills
folded and slipped
neatly into
the box
are spent now.
the sea wall, the tattered roof.
it's been raining for some
time
at this wind blown
beach house.
I see the water rising,
moving like
a blue fist towards
the sand
filled yard.
I imagine the ocean's
wants
are stronger than mine.
you can't stop
what's coming. something
is telling me it's time
to move on.
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