This is just sea.
This is no cloth of liquid snow
wiping the shingle shore
Nothing but blocks of water
going the way they always go
in roaring winds.
Even so
when rebounds meet the next incomer
and crest at twice their heights
there is a certain need
to dance and sing.
(c) Richard Lawson
2004
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