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saltwater tears and sea moss

saltwater tears and sea moss

the sea glances her fingers across the cold grey stones
and for the fisherman boy’s sake
he sings on his boat in the bay
in the tender grace of the day, at the foot of the crags of the sea
she keeps time with her salt tears
she sings flowers and herbs
her grief falls in showers
for the fisherman boy’s beauty is not hers to hold
(drop, drop, drop, drop)