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Sounds of the Ocean Echo Amongst the Net Huts

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Sounds of the Ocean Echo Amongst the Net Huts
A chain,
Steel crusted by corrosive salt air,
Clanks like a pendulum against a hollow hull.

Black flags,
Torn by countless savage tempests,
Whip and flutter in the quickening breeze.

Rude shingle,
Polished by revolutions nearly infinite,
Shifts, reshapes, and settles for a moment.

The ocean itself,
Its own steady force.

A seagull,
Gliding high above on thermal currents,
Shrieks and circles as she senses a change.

A vast net,
Makes of the breeze a complex chord,
That remains unwritten but musical still.

A loose board,
Warped by years in the sun,
Relentlessly claps an elusive rhythm.

The ocean itself,
Its own steady force.




(photograph and poem 2017)