Tuesday, 26 December 2017

The ninth sense

We do not argue,
the waves and I,
although we do not always see eye to eye.
I see bigger, next one’s bigger!
She pretends not to see
me, under the impression
that I do not count.
But I count the ninth wave.
Under and it’s all over;
bowled me over again.
For the sea and me,
me and the sea,
there is always
tomorrow.


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