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Sudden Storms

There on the board, name impressed
- a donation, a ringing bell,
symbol of civic pride, trampled
by nameless unshod feet,
over narrows and through
the sickly salty air.

In the wash, driftwood wrecked
- from the Titanic? from the Lusitania?
more ordinary things find
themselves in the surf,
forgotten by trekkers
dodging back to parking lots
soaked by sudden storms.