poems by Rena J. Mosteirin

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Sunday, August 30, 2009

Turn

Once upon a time/ something let go
and the whole thing just shifted. The core released its grip. The waves got too big
to just go in and out/ in and out/ in and out/ so, the waves went out and stayed there.

They watched for signs that the water would come back.
They said /deep deep/ down from here, the ground broke.

Ghosts walked the earth with bags over their heads then/ and as the ocean
made one huge wave that would run back/ crushing/
they yelled out into the calm/ before:
this is how you have a war.

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