Let the Ocean Worry About being Blue

He’s a summer memory soaked
in monsoons, salt-tipped tongue,
quick clouds coming to cover
sun-baked hope sitting in conchs,

still warm with scent of musk
and cane to hold onto beyond
the present–Not wasted time
but a learning curve. Souls

can’t be retrieved after diving
so deep to stay safe, but you’ve
cast your trance with no way
to carve without damage. Now

I’m changing my tune: beach
twang to soulful, steady rhythm,
it’s what we all seek… Ocean
comes to share the secrets

of the depths, we cover our faces,
don’t take the bait. Tired of reality,
heart is willing to jump blindfolded,
take a different plunge…

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