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Jun 2011
You waited for the storm to pass
By sitting in your room.
What did you see?

An empty dresser with empty drawers
Open to a cluttered mind.


Then, the calm waters boiled over,
and spilled onto your floor.
Drop by drop, the crack of your door
Gave way to an ocean.

You stared at the legs of your end table,
And watched them drown.
Kirsten Martin
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Kirsten Martin
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