Sta.sh
The sea
On Monday I looked at the sea
And its appearance filled me with glee
It was an aquamarine silk cloth
Softly rippled by the mild breeze
Embroidered with sunshine sequins
On Tuesday I looked at the sea
And there was nothing for me to see
It had all drawn back into itself
The shoreline on the far horizon
Preparing to crash back in with force
On Wednesday I looked at the sea
And I was desparately searching it for thee
It had devoured half of the island
Destroying and spreading terror
Washing away animals, humans, all
On Thursday I looked at the sea
And it stared horridly right back at me
It was full of rotten fish belly-up
Goggle-eyed and horror-scaled
The sea had a digestion problem
On Friday I looked at the sea
And it seemed like a huge mirror to me
It was a silver-grey even plane
Reflecting the sun's glare harshly
Seeming so hard it might cut you
On Saturday I looked at the sea
And it sparkled in a lush turquise vividly
It was deep and wavy and foamy
Right out of a tourist catalogue
The most charming sight to behold
On Sunday I looked at the sea
And it seemed then to be at its most busy
It was aglow with fishermen and fish
Sporting tanned foreign swimmers
Aquarium and swimming pool in one
The next Monday I looked at the sea
And I saw the sea
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