Poetry by Jamie McKenzie

Fickle

My new neighbor
The Atlantic
Appears
Each morning
More fickle
Even
Than I
Charging in
Roaring
Determined to keep on coming
Sweep away any obstacle
Drive all the way home
But stopping
Suddenly
Spent
Subsiding
Slipping away
Back to where he began












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