Living On A Fault Line

Living on a fault line

I suppose has

Its bravado,

Its stupidity,

Whatever in the hell

You want to call it,

Perhaps the sense of

Invincibility, the

C’est la vie that

Most people have,

Living on a fault line

Is a piece of cake,

It’s the heart line

That brings us

To our knees.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Dockside” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

7:15 AM December 22, 2014

 

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Slips

They say it was

Around 9:00 PM

On January 26, 1700,

And that another one

Is grinding, lurking,

Destined to come,

And yet only .003%

Of the Campbell River

Population, that’s right,

Only 105 came to learn

How they might stay alive

When the Juan de Fuca

Slips again.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Dockside” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

9:59 AM December 17, 2014

Smile

With the day settling

Into its

Tuesday routine,

Commodities still

Dropping,

Oil down to

Fifty-five ninety-one,

Wild weather hopping

Coast to coast,

One can’t help but

Smile

At those who insist

The world’s economy

Is great and growing,

That climate change

Does not exist.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Dockside” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

10:02 AM December 16, 2014