Poems ✍️

The noise broke white
from far behind
so it seemed,
that it was,
as the Douglas Firs bristled
in feared anticipation.

We watched from a nearby mountain peak,
as if in over a dream,
at barreling giant sheets of white
snapping hulked bark like matchsticks,
smothering all that stood in a path
of hard-hitting, frost-drift waves;
mountaintop cancer
like Schools of Stickleback -
trapped in Nantuckets Sleighride.

Nascent? no...you never see it,
tho' you'll never forget the sound of it
crackling upon you as fast and final
as a bullet to the Brain;
their be no looking back
at the terminal carnage.............
.......................of..........................
A...v...a...l...a...n...c...h...e......!

__________ F j R __________



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