There is so much to cover
Like thistles over the inlet
One moment a fire rendezvous
The next darkness in darkness
In the heart of a tsunami
A missing person is lonely
In the heart of a hurricane
The missing people
OfTennessee cling to an ash
In the eye of a tornado
It is calm like a world
Of missing people
Until a meteor shower
Washes away the letters
Of their names
I am sorry for this being weedy
And for the prickers
Opening the side of your calf
Will nothing else suffice
To make up this panorama
Or should we head
Back to the search party
One remembers the evening
Escaping into a small
And beautiful sea
The pink strokes on clouds
Beneath the descending day
Warm pockets of the whole story
Told by dampening
Rolls of this oceanic upholstery.
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