The Cyclops and the Ocean
Moving slowly against time patiently majestic
the cyclops in the ocean meets no Ulysses
Through the night he sighs throbbing against the
shore declaring for the adventure
A wall of gray gathered by a slow touch slash and
slither through the waiting screens separating into
nodules making my panes accept the touch
Not content to watch my frightened gaze he clamors
beneath the sash dancing on my sill
Certain to die when the sun returns
Tropical Storm Dennis
August 15-18, 1981, Florida
—Nikki Giovanni
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