The framed seascape welcomed the fog
From the shower behind the curved bar
Three dories roped aft to stern
The house beyond harder to see
The mirror hides nothing once
The steam slips away
I stare at the boats instead
The wind and seagulls in my head
The ocean song is blood based music
Inland and mid-sea
The crash of waves within my heart
Feel the swell while land locked
My spirit in the undertow
Not fighting the tide, not at all
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