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breach

It’s a sound

like no other

wind’s rush over

fast flowing water

 

pale light from

cottage windows

aids faltering

progress surprised

by current-force

underfoot

 

land is now

lake and toes

chill in boots

gusts howl

and agitate our

little river

 

cold night

indeed here

yet warmer

by far than

the world’s

refugee camps

wheresoever

they are

 

many the

dispossessed

think on

the breach

homes lost to

multiple tempests

 

let’s will peace

tonight for each