A song by Lindsay Buckingham, “Trouble”, inspired this poem.
03 February 2012 - Trouble - rondine
I think I see trouble, blowing like the breeze,
it’s coming like the ocean, cresting foam,
its swallowing beaches, calling me home
its chilling the blood, hearts and mind to freeze
extending sutured hands that seek to seize
its here to turn the sand of all I own;
I think I see trouble.
I let her go and never asked her please,
she turned but I could never be alone
and trust that ever waited if I’m owned.
The tide is rising while I bend my eyes and knees;
I think I see trouble.
02-05-12
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