Agent 30-Seven - Poem by Herbert Nehrlich
It all came back to me, the fright of a tsunami
a wall of water found its way around the bend
where I was hiding in a house of origami
outside of reach for you, my trusted darling friend.
But waves that kill and maim the innocent at will
engulfed me gently and I rose to see the sky,
I got to meet you just once more by the old mill
to pledge an end to any thoughts of a good-bye.
I dreamed a dream last night, I climbed a mountain peak,
and saw below the rusted ruins of bygone days
it soon was clear that I prefer a tongue-in-cheek
to foot-in-mouth, which makes for awkward polonaise.
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