a sea swimmer’s winter
darker seas upon these darker days
although the light is lighting greater
the salt same spray is drying whiter
and greater is the whitening breaker
rectitude decries along a lonely ray of
sun from the east across this stormy bay
as the boy walks seawards to claim his swim
at 74 it is but just his whim to declaim
lonesome in imagination’s longevity
each time he dives beneath the sea
and surfacing he is born anew and anew
much lighter he sees this darker hue
and whistling off home his coffee waits
simple the moral is you see
never be an old age sofa softee
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