storm
hovering over
the darkened sea,
boatless
and rough,
to seek refuge beneath
the canopy
of a cafe
along the boardwalk.
our talk is delayed.
as the storm
arrives,
and the wind takes over,
the howl,
the roar
of waves.
we'll live through this,
but our lives
and the direction
they were about
to take, will have to wait.
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