A trip down the coast
Down the stairs
Leads to a flooding basement-
An ocean behind a locked door.
Cities set aside from a past pondered
Boxes set aside from sandy salients
Boxes and cities packed full of everything!
An everything that is of no use
To satiate the salt whisking about.
Good riddance to it all.
So long as it stays behind,
Let the waters rise
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