Seawall

she stands without
a whisper of movement
not a blink   no sign
of being affected by
the waves of his animated ire
washing over her

He turns   Mouth moving
Finger shaking
Then back   Checking the
Crosswalk sign
Over shoulder shouting
Hand waving

her immobility seems practiced
like piano scales
played in the dark
will the ocean of him
erode her?

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