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| Hendrik Willem Mesdag, Hooge Zee; Waves |
There are no perfect waves——
Your writings are a sea
full of misspellings and
faulty sentences. Level. Troubled.
A center distant from the land
touched by the wings
of nearly silent birds
that never seem to rest——
This is the sadness of the sea——
waves like words, all broken——
a sameness of lifting and falling mood.
I lean watching the detail
of brittle crest, the delicate
imperfect foam, yellow weed
one piece like another——
There is no hope——if not a coral
island slowly forming
to wait for birds to drop
the seeds to make it habitable.
(W.C.W.)
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