For it to work…

Perhaps a prayer?

For it to work…
For anything to work…
In the face of all that’s lost,
All at risk.

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Driving Wind, Driving Sea

We don’t know what it is, a driving wind.
Til it be driving a good solid sea ahead of it.
Waves piling up and cresting.
Their tops rolling down their faces.
Lines of creamy froth dropped into troughs
and mixing with the foam of the next one.

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