The night of the hurricane
no end to the shaking
The house on the bluff
exposed to the wind
The roar of the engine
the freight train overhead
In the hurricane’s fury
in a place up high
Above the shoreline
in the path of the storm
wishing for the night to end
to be able to go outside
September 3, 2010
Gay Head
Martha’s Vineyard, MA
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hurricane_Edouard_(1996)
1996, during the night of Hurricane Edouard
41.344525,-70.828514
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Friday, September 03, 2010
The Roar of the Engine
Labels:
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Martha’s Vineyard,
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Location:
Gay Head, Aquinnah, MA 02535, USA
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