This poem was not written with a sea pen
which is a shame

No doubt it would flow more freely
needing no meter
except the ocean currents

Held to the seabed by
thin feet
it would eat floating words

and grow long
long as a man's forearm

All other poems it would call
bleached coral

shaking with laughter from
end to end

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