Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Waves of work

Reading Woolf's Waves
breaking on the sand
back and forth
in and out
I see the waves of washing
I am running back and forth to
check up on
watching the waves of weather
and the smalls
in equal measure
all the while
worrying in waves
that the wind will turn
the colours change
and the sky crash down
onto the sandy shore
with a big burly wave of weather
destroying all those little waves of work.

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