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Tsunami
by Jane E Pearce
Those old men on the park bench,
over there by the maples
speak in tongues of yesterday's thunder
to stem the coming tide.
They smile and gesture in faux levity
while the water laps at their heels,
as they erect optimistic dikes,
until sundown cloaks each
with the fear of his own tsunami. 02/15/2005 Posted on 02/16/2005
Copyright © 2026 Jane E Pearce
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Karen Michelle on 02/16/05 at 04:32 AM I agree with the above comment. I clicked on this expecting something else...something generic and overwrought. But this floored me. Well done. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 02/17/05 at 05:58 PM Metaphorically quite effective Jane. Message received loud n' clear. Excellent! |
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