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The Beach House

His new West Florida beach house survived
the last category four hurricane.
Others around him had fallen,
inferior things built by inferior people
who succumbed to beach-dwellers’ Darwinism.

They would come knocking
asking for donations;
hyenas howling and whining
for a piece of the fruit of his savvy.
Yes, it was time to be away for a while.

He grasped the handle
of his Henk suitcase
and looked out the window one last time.
The crashing waves soothed him
and masked the erosion
of the subterranean limestone.

With a contented sigh
he strode along his Koa floor
to his exit,
his steps tracing
the cracking stone
so far beneath him.

© Howard Slacum
May 17, 2010


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