in the evening
the boy on the shore
frightened by the sight
of the swells, looming, ugly
frozen
by the thousand giants menacing
calling to the abyss
rose and dove like Hades
in choreographed desolation

roiling
in the swirling height,
the monstrous face
of the approaching night,
its madcap bellow
commanded the behemoths below,
in sync with the deep
heaving with spite,
its grotesque visage
snarling with glee

in the a.m, strolled
the weed-strewn beach
slow-rolling mountains
danced a blue peace
and sang the mist
shiny pods lie glittering
on the fish-smelling sand
lifted from the beast
polished and painted sparkling,
the boy smiled at each





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