Without Nuance

A hurricane brews far out at sea-

a hot wind of creativity’s evolution

nearly shakes the hand of this unsettled world’s tonic mist.

This highest of tides migrates-

a swarm of rabid vampire bats

forms a wall of near-death fear.

The nuance of the strongest trees

must stand tall at the shore’s edge-

or none do.

Photo by Nick Fewings on Unsplash

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