Lion’s Head Part 2
later, stinging smoke
brushed our faces
as newly collected timber
odds and ends
caught a stubborn flame
and cold pale hands
held tin mugs of broth
close to the chin.
the driving rain
the roar and crash
of the nearby shore
and clothes like heavy damp sacks
made us thankful for
some small shelter
on a formidable coast.
we seemed so fragile
against the immediate power
of wind and rain
at Lion’s Head.
GAH
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