Witnessing a build-up

By mjt_uk
Wed, 29 Sep 2004
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Below my feet the gulls wheel and soar,
there are rumours of waves at the cliff foot.
Clouds start piling up like sandbags,
hidden turbines engineer a gale;
on that wrinkled turquoise page
two boats draw self-erasing diagrams.
Is this still summer? Lightning
flashes like a knife in the street.
Two boats demonstrate
the resolution of forces,
a third with spinnaker full
runs before the wind,
a fat woman hunted
across a town square.
I head quickly for the car.
If there's a capsize
I won't see a thing.
I'll be home and dry.
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