Seaside

seaweed bobs
glistening
like thousands
of floating seals
seagulls drift
on rippling waters
waiting for the next
good thing
sun bakes down
on silver sand
the air - filled with
the rush and hiss
of a well-travelled
ocean
and
the scattering shriek
of seabirds
on the wing

and on the horizon
hanging low
fingers cupping
the edge
of the world
the grey mass
of winter storms

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