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Jun 2010
The tide came in oozing foam, and crashed along the rock
that layΒ Β among the edge with jagged disarray-
A flood compelled by anger without warning or delay.
The waves that break the silence and the salt that burns the wound-
a storm not predetermined; an evil-driven shrew.
A conniving mess of jealousy, the tide will not retreat
as it floods around my feet and strikes a grin of great deceit.
I wish upon a better day, they say " weather permitting"-
the beach is closed and so it shows my hourglass is empty.
Copyright Christopher Rossi, 2010


Dedicated to a certain someone who destroyed a friendship that once meant everything to me.
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