salt air blowing ~ ~ ~ in:
sea-grass smell pervading sense
of rain under moon-slice rain
under empty skies
the coldness sinking in
narrow escape, the worst parts of us
follow into each night
a people, hollow // a people, hateful
hopeful in spite
every bad omen
even the gulls can’t predict:
storm’s descent
abatement
hushing of winds
what breaks first in
this beautiful world what shocks
by not breaking
and the sweetness of surviving it