Broken Promises
~The wave breaks
gently, caressing
over and over
it strokes
the rocky shore.
The shore
trembles
wet
ready
but mute.
The storm
glowers
angering the sea:
back-talk
leads to back
hands,
and the shore
maudlin
retreats.~
Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2013
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