Tuesday, February 20, 2007


Three ducklings in the hurricane.
Out on the roaring sea, boats going under.
Ashore houses are being lifted from their foundation.
Roofs flying through the air like huge condors.
In times like these it's not easy keeping the aim in sight.
Or clinging on to the belief, that every hair is numbered,
like every grain of sand.
Yet there is no other reasonable alternative.

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