rowing past the little house you have on the estuary
your house, home, security, system of living
I rested the oars
gazing at the reflection
a water-house bobbing
cradled in the ripples
hungry for fish
a bird dive-bombed the surface of the water
and at once all is out of kilter
the house sinking, struggling, gasping for air, thrashing
god speed, my love
these coming times
belong to
the furious fires and the angry seas
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