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Uneasy
Was it the unfelt
Earthquake off of
Tofino,
The full moon
Forming for
February seventh,
What was it
That made it feel
Like the eleventh
Hour,
Was the sun
Spitting again,
Maybe the fog
Rolling in
Turning a day
Into grey
As fast as
Pulling a blanket
Over your head,
Perhaps a Goddess
Unhappy somewhere,
Causing dogs to pace
Birds to be quiet
People to be uneasy
Looking around
Glancing back
Over chill
Shivering shoulders.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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