Undertow

I hear a voice–
You’re not going to let
the ghost sleep tonight.

Don’t play a tune
against the rhythmic
pull of wind versus wave,

the way he doesn’t take
her hand in one swing
of his sharp wrist,

doesn’t notice a deep
crash coiling her hands:
blue waves on blue.

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