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
repeat
the memory of sea.
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