I never saw them
coming
till they were
spread bleak
as the limbs of
Winter trees
across vacant
heavens.
When I said I
loved you
I whacked at the
wall
with a stick of
oar weed
picked off the
strand.
Cantankerous old
fool :
never saw him
coming
till words I spat
out
fell like
lightning turned
to twigs of
rotten wood.
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