The
sea is gentle today,
rolling
its satin skin,
feathering
the breeze
with
a benevolent kiss.
We
invade it with our prow:
tilling
it in our passing
with
a temporary furrow
and
frothy veins.
Generously
it takes no offense
and
reclaims its harmony
when
we are gone
on
our sullying sortie.
We
leave no lasting memory
on
its forgiving surface
this
gentle sea
of
latent power.
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