Quiet
For the waves are
Really breaking today
As the storm
That was a storm
That was not a storm
And is back to being a storm
Lingers outside my window
And here I am comparing storms
To politicians
Who are back again
From the shadows
Prison cells
Virtual obscurity
To reign in the rain
So I search for some cliches
And a few plays on words
To get me laughing
As the sons of beaches
Take their evening strolls
And get blurred in
My long exposures
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