What new wind whistles the length of the key, Whipping waves to froth? Then a soft reprieve Before lashing out a threat: clear out, leave. And so we left, driving to the bay’s lee To stop to watch the storm take change, deceive The weathermen with clouds turned grey, turned green, Rise up against the coast, and then demean The meaning of permanence, to relieve Us our house, our boats, our life already keen.