Last night I searched for you in the surf
In waves that flooded a house on a cliff
All I could see was the chimney barely breaking the surface
I thought of you inside those four walls
Tumbling in the waves amid your things
I woke up just as I reached that barely there chimney
My fingers falling through nothing as I tried to grab anything real
-rjm
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Jo McCrory is a writer and artist living in northern California.
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