Tuesday, 3 November 2020

storm

 storm


surf plating white as the clouds

a wind that brings black

and shivers the tongues of spittle 

airborne and landward 

we refuse to look away

for does not the sea dominate

every thought

paint it never could

even these words fail

the only way to know the sea

is to swim in it

to trust it just so far

as a turn of phrase

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