Sea Interlude

A lucky calm day and the sea
flat from shore to sky
and that line of clouds, tight
as a line of fine knitting.

Or possibly braided rope. One day
I won’t be here to ask
Would you ever write that?
You, looking up, puzzled, saying What?

D. A. Prince

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