slow steps braving breeze
below comfortable degrees
so quiet; steaming mouth
close fist swinging to
cadence of muted sound
plug to ears; focus on some
rippling channel seawater
gently kissing quay planks
robotic arm sensing deep
a swimmer or any fish lost
they're watching every move
they even look inside your hood
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