Welcome to your home by the sea.
I know you won’t actually be
sailing on it. We can both agree
on that but I promise it is close by.
I can smell its saltiness and,
with the door open, hear it roar.
But it would make mincemeat, or
should I say… splinters, of you.
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It is hard to believe
that this sea can be rough.
The sun rose above it today.
And the obliging wind
sucked in its cheeks
and went away.
It was only days (not weeks)
ago that a storm lifted roofs
and brought chimneys down.
You wouldn’t think that could be so
if you left the beach, now,
and strolled through the quiet town.
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