Shoreline
What if the sea stopped moving,
lay as still as setting concrete?
And all around the gulls
scolded a lament
as seals flapped aimlessly,
trying to raise a swell.
With cormorants stranded on a rock
as poised as a question mark,
while crabs scuttled everyway
as if dancing on hot plates,
becoming the uncovered prey
of seabirds and small boys.
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