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Pororoca
the trucks going
the trucks emptying
sounds of doors closing
company time is a dog straining on its leash
transit of goods down the spinal chord
crunch of gravel
birdsong
rumble of industry a volcano
soon city streets give way to jungle
highways
endless vines
trees grown like witch fingers
water up to their crowns in the tidal bore
pororoca
laps against the mangrove trees
open close
close open
a valve that clamps the heart’s aorta
the bruised edges of mountains sigh
at their feet fledglings & rodents clamber higher
the ocean is coming
the ocean is coming
they sing in a chorus too alien to hear
too familiar to ignore
too wild in the warmer winds
the brown waters swirl
unnavigable falls
the roar of jet engines
exhaust air
cumulonimbus clouds
boats capsized in the surf
sky birds lying on their backs in pairs
non-human people holding hands
the fish swim ‘round rubber truck tires
circling in place
in the widening blue
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