Something
Something's coming, you can smell it in the city air,
a trace of salt-sting, wave-licked
from where Neptune's head breaks above the
waves through slopes, foothills, mountains of white
water, swirling braids of kelp, as green Sea horses stamp
the laughing waves. Then calm.
Ocean, kissed by sunlight, smiles
a billion-acre peace across her blue-green world,
below which whales glide, dolphins dance,
and mermaids,...
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