This bolt from the blue
gushed up from the sea
instead of dropping down from the sky.
It didn’t strike a single object,
but oozed indiscriminately,
destroying wetlands, wildlife
and workplaces of the water.
Worst of all,
it wasn’t over in a flash.
This entry was posted on July 5, 2010 at 8:16 pm and is filed under Michelle Pond with tags poetry. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed.
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Chellie, I am impressed. The beauty of haiku is the paradox of multiple feelings and images and the short, sweet expression. Loved the Gulf testimony.. Eileen
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