Sea Change - Poem by Mark Heathcote
As he gazed back at her scornful
Some flotsam and jetsam pearl grit
She thought that sea was immortal
A far off wave he upon it.
She thought for a moment he'd swim
The entire breadth of the ocean
But I guess it was just a whim
Some manifested emotion.
But seas change direction; don't they
So she swam an inlet out shore
And his hard coastline wasn't ofay
Nothing is black or White anymore.
And that's how she drown they all say.
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