ah i sea
the rollers the rollers
are rolling in
from the east
from the east
from the rising sun
grey pours the ladle
that pours the weed
pawing the pebbles
you know we need
a path to sea
a path to our swim
that is laid by the feet
of those going in
silt be the shallows
swaying the fro
in the shadows anemone
and things for your toe
lifting the spirits
of mind and of mire
long falls to eye
to the sky that’s on fire
curved curves the bay
from that rock to this
so early in the day
sheer bliss sheer bliss
it is to swim with the dew
that you had on your toes
across the fields to the bay
and so it goes so it goes
take me again
take me once more
to swim down a memory
of a sand wiggled toe
and i will stay where you buried
the sandman of old
and may it be told
how the old man of the sea
behold it was me
it was me
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