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The Ocean is a Wild Beast
The ocean is a wild beast that I approach cautiously.
I submit to its undertow. It makes me laugh expansively.
I dive in, never turn my back, never quite relaxing.
It wants to rush at me, my irises on pins and needles.
A wave becomes a wall, tugs sand from my soles.
Joyful duet of wind and surf, salt and coconut oil.
I’d run from your potent power, when you’re enraged.
But I feel coddled, serene in your sweet rock’n lullaby.
pay attention, don’t be flippant.
hurricane fool’s gold
color of its eye’s smart
furious body
with draconic scales that chew
up a crew, its sails with ship
bodies buried, some scoundrels survive.
allows for great whites
to float under the riff raff
afloat for seconds
humorous gaff of the sea
its tenderized meat
hidden away in God’s shadow, a treasure.
sweet rock’n lull’by
for one who respects elders
Moses’ mother prays
as zephyr-salt, warm blue skies
gently guide love back to shore
Copyright ©
Kim Rodrigues
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