poetry

The Wave – another poem

Here is another poem I call The Wave

The Wave

First lap, it’s flat as a map

                   folding into sky

                        then a giant rolling over

                 breathing salty sighs

            next it’s a water dragon’s back

                            where fish and swimmers fly

                             last, a rumbling

                                                     dark freight train

                                                               that splash-and-crashes by!

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