storm across swansea bay
mumbles on a white horse
sailing on a mountainous sea
bleached in furious retribution
lighthouse spitting into the wind’s eye
at the end of a long stumble
the town a heavy backpack
the village an intermittent wave
encastled above that mumbling
cornered and pressed hard
pilloried in the oppression
of a sky so heavy that
even the lug stopped bubbling
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