Float And Facing
i launder my whole body to the sea
with a bamboo pole i float and facing
the horizon i meet every wave every foam
what i see is an endless coming and coming and coming
this must be what the sea is all about
the waves come with the salty water and yet nothing gets filled.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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