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At Sitka

A girl spots debris washing up
from thousands of miles away,
a floating mass drifting in
from the dark sea.

Deep blue waters hide
earth’s silent tectonic plates,
those trays of solid mass ready
to slip again, to crash with rage,

forcing the predictable sea
into a freakish spout,
that falls to smack
giant waves into nearest land:

a shore of fishing harbors,
a shore of tidy homes,
a shore of shops and schools,
stripping them of their innards:

their dishes, their beds, books,
tires, tools and boats,
clutter then rushing to sea,
a tsunami bringing its baggage

to Alaska, cluttering pristine
island coasts, stirred into a soup
of too-quickly melting glaciers.
She runs, screaming.

3rd prize winner, 2012
CURRENT, Ann Arbor, MI

From book “To Remember, To Hope”
2012 Blurb.com Bookstore

Posted August 27, 2012 by perettipoems in Global, Poetry

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