Tidal Waves

Tidal Waves Brackish debris filled surf retreats depositing into hard sand graves pictures stolen from post cards Shards of a city strewn disjointedly still ticking clocks idled in the moment streets awash in decorative disarray liquid mud roiling through the streets ravenous pain stalking its victims cold shock of sunshine’s failure hands clutching grabbing carried on the crust of fear waving in silent farewell luxury and comfort crushed wild furor of seismic waves expending tectonic energy John G. Lawless 5/12/2015 submitted to - Show but Don’t Tell – Poetry Contest sponsor – Thomas Martin