when i was a child
walking along with Papa
holding to his big
hands
i felt the fear of the sea
it is so wide and so vast
as we sit
upon a stone
i hear the sea breathing
the sea breeze humming
i see a big tummy inflate and
deflate upon its blue body
it has a wide mouth
always ready
to swallow us
both
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