Was it passion
or a clash of combatants?
always after the barrage
we’d advance reasons, excuses
scavenging the beach-head like gulls
before another treaty was signed
I lost my ring somewhere along that tideline
and pick forever amongst sea-drift
after the storm surge left
Just 44 words in a Storm for Quadrille #34
PoetryPix 
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