Steady Thunderstorm
Michelle Greenblatt
I thought I had woken up,
each time the last time. Steady thunderstorm: every time, more horrid than the last time,
grandiose visions of clouds falling away.
And so the ocean was a failure, waves crashing
like
fists upon the battered shore.
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