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JOURNAL #27

fluid clarity

mist on a summer morning's brief stay

spares little trouble

in raising the gales

the tide has a plan

make an overwhelming fast break for the shore

the tourists are breathing fear

the bridge dips near collapse

fearful itself it would seem

to lose its tender expensive load of life

and property now

so gingerly attempting to sneak across

its back

ever judiciously so diplomatic

the wind calls off her terrorist storm

sand bags slump in thankful rest

the doubted psychics gloat and cheer

grinningly over their debunker's bafflement

at the uncannily ironic turn of a near tragic

event

the nay say believers walk their no nonsense

opinions even further away now from the obvious

and so accurately predicted out come

unable to eat crow even when its been so superbly

seasoned and served up for their extremist's

overly intolerant pallet's digestion

proof that of them

even truth is suspect

to a die hard skeptic

in denial of fact..................

(written Oct. 17, 2002 11pm)




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