Inside out

Some poems and reflections on life

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Droplets suspended
Aqueous curtains veil the hills
Billow in the wind.


Distant rumble stirs
Discomfort waits in the air
The onslaught is close.


Now run to escape
From doorway to locked safety
Limit exposure.


Bullets hit the ground
Bouncing back up on impact
Dust resists entry.

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clues to existence

Debris strewn at high-tide line
are clues to hidden realms

Chunks of feathered weed
blood red, torn bleeding from a
submarine forest mixed with

Smooth polished sticks
washed down in the storm
worn smooth by sand and salt

Neither survives the other’s world
they meet, greet and die.