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Wrung Betwixt the Sky and Sea
Blue on blue
a sandwich
of the sky and sea
clutching on
jealously
to the distant horizon.
They both join hands,
laugh,
and emit their
features,
creatures and apparitions.
Streaming towards you
like they're on
washing machine wringer rollers,
one spinning out and up
the other,
spinning out and down,
painting the scene
blue on blue,
silk-screened.
Seagulls soar.
Flying fish leap.
Dolphins hobby-horse.
Fishes flip, flop and swim.
Clouds billow and wallow along.
Waves rush onward with crests
on their chests.
All this and more, is rolled out at dawn,
then gets rolled away at dusk,
to wring another day.
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