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The Trouble with Time by Mark Worrell (2008-9)
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I cannot imagine 100
and
95 miles per hour
winds coming through
and oceans following
them.
So I watch disaster videos
on
each hour while
counting out the copper
coins I can and will
send.
Still, when I close
my eyes, it is as if
I am at the opera
and music
starts an endless crescendo.
Around me waves of
sound buffet my thighs
salt water drips
from my lashes and cheeks
while calmly, I
whisper prayers.
Inspired by Super Typhoon Haiyan and Grace's Sunday Challenge: Featuring Mike Worrall at Imaginary Gardens with Real Toads. Also posted at Poets United Poetry Pantry #175.
