Spin Cycle of the Ocean
fat globs and splashes jive off the spin cycle of the ocean this afternoon
I see round circles of suds amid dancing twirls and whirls, it is fabulous
no one could paint these artistic swirls and blobs, they are God-made
foam of an inside washing machine cannot hope to match these dancers.
I stare into the abyss of the ocean, past the lively excited foam dancers
what magic have these enchanted leapers and skippers seen today?
the sand is a staid, quiet, sedate contrast, moving in no direction.
unhurried, stilling meditation comes easily from my beach chair seat.
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