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Certainly, I am lonely
for who does the ocean
share with?
who comprehends being
me?
I'm not without heart or whimsy
I do rest often
at my age, to stretch out
in repose
under a blue sky
is something we both delight in
from time to time
I am amused
by the foolhardy little ones
singing songs of triumph
bobbing like corks
and tickling my surface
I am amused …
for a time
and those who find mystery
at the shore
gazing out o'er my majesty
attempting to consider
my vastness
I allow it …
for a time
do you thrill to the sights
in your glass-bottom boats
the creatures I harbor
the stories I hide—
the tragedies too?
ahh, the shanty tales
the great ships
on my silty floor
do you see them?
do you see through the glass
in your boat
floating on my surface?
does the sand slip through your toes
as you stand by the shore
while I gently approach?
Atlantis is real, you know …
I've hidden it away
come find it
yes, come find it
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