Waves you see
now recede.

Waves that touch and then come back with the tide.
Sailors sailing out of port in fragile vessels out to see again.
Contemplate the squawking gulls in the sky supervising my departure.
They wisely comprehend the mysteries of the infinite ocean.

Waves which ondulate like a woman's hair
fishes toing and froing in quest of a lonely pearl
some waves reach the shore but others not
swinging away their curves of sirens.

The birds circumnavigate
the abrupt coast in front of me
a new essence emanate
and they can count one me.

Tony, September '95

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