The Waterspout
with terror frozen hard in his eyes,
he glimpses at the darkening sky,
at the swells of the brooding sea,
at the grumbling clouds above,
swirling and whirling downward
and upward upon the restless sea,
he wills his frail frame to cling tight
to his overturned canoe that dips
to the rising temper of the waves,
and the nightmare begins...at last!
Copyright © Romeo Naces | Year Posted 2007
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