Fell in love with an old man
Who talked all about being in love with the sea.
Staved off my feelings for him
Until I could clearly see. My eyes trailed off to the sea
He faced. Deepwater, undulate.
Not a fan of sea monsters, yet as they pass my feet
I can't help staring in amaze.
Gorgeous tortoises, stunning starfishes. I repeat what
I said. Not a fan. Not a foe either.
The old man stretches his hands, scooping them in his
Arms. Turns around, smiling
At me, disappearing with the rogue wave.
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