Long before it
arrives
freight-train rumble
bearing down
prairie storm inking
out the horizon
tidal wave of
gunmetal thunderheads
steamrolling creases
from hills that glow
eerily in the half-light
claw all you want
at the cliff's face
they say
this tsunami will break
and you will
be overwhelmed,
crumpled and finally
swept out to sea
(c) 2014, by Hannah Six
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