Another Grand Exit
The seas open, their weary heads
Surfers and fishermen, scurry to the shore
A sunami rips, a fresh tide
Flooded victims, no where to hide
A four point eight quake
Shakes the Golden Gate, then
Tumbles into the Frisco bay
The wharf is blanketed with desert sands
The moon is red
Drips blood from fainting stars
Not just from Hollywood
Also, from the night sky
The brightness of the rising sun
Blackens quickly before dawn
I hope all mankind
has its' game face on
The stage has been set
I have no regret
To leave to a higher place
Nah, I don't think so
Not just yet
poem by Matt Mondschein
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