Some Beach

Is there, deep in your mind/heart

the rhythm of the waves

so low and slow

its more felt

than heard.

Some Beech

Is there within you as well

It's leaves held tight

Through darkest, coldest winter's night

To shelter that one thrush

Who overwinters to be the first

Song to herald the spring.

Some bitch

Who licks and suckles her pups

Whose sweetmilk breath could soften

The most cold hearted warrior criminal

Lives in your breast as well

Unacknowledged.

As climate change

Covers the beach beneath the waves

And kills the trees with wild swings

Of rain ,heat and cold

That bitch will give voice to sounds

Would cow a Rebel or a Banshee

Before she rips your heart in two.

Peter Peteet