Hurricane Season, Miami, Florida
Barefoot and secluded
in our seaside hotel, we barely feel the groundswell, heat, or rain, so, we gauge the weather by flags on the lifeguard's hut that warn about sharks, hurricanes, high tides that have already claimed four lives out where surfers ride unsteady waves rising out of the depths where sightless fish glide through the dark water as if through a void that in time forms a cradle solid enough to hold a man's weight, a small craft for his body, and leads the less skillful to believe it could last forever, before they are dragged into the undertow while their grieving companions paddle safely to the shore, and all night the waves kept crashing into the seawall.
Geoffrey Philp is the author of Benjamin, My Son and Uncle Obadiah and the Alien. His poems and short stories have been published in The Oxford Book of Caribbean Verse and The Oxford Book of Caribbean Short Stories. Geoffrey lives in Miami, Florida.
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