Wednesday, September 07, 2016

He does not dance

Upon the beach, with sadness,
the clown
uncrowned by the sea,
waits for timetabled tide
and soothing water.
He does not dance.

He does not dance
but dreams
of gambols in the brine
a symphony of twirls
and the freedom of flying.

Behind the eyes
a smile hides
while salty tears
the memory of sea.

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