the year has turned. the future is here
wearing a baffled and uncertain face
north and west of here, a cyclone with a beautiful name
casually flings ships to shore as she spirals to oceanic extinction.
while on two islands, barred,
seekers of refuge find none.
back here, in the rich and rampant east
the sky lights up in pink and gold, and the people cheer.
- Kathy. 1/1/2014
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