It's as strong as it ever was, I'm told—
most of us, myself included, too young
to have ever known the lauded reverse ocean
that the men of yesterday grumbled of.
"It was so full," they said. "Above you, mile
after mile of crisp clear biting expanse
that always threatened to swallow you whole,
should you be caught unawares, as he was."
They grind to silence. All of them. Too much,
they mumble to each other in old-man-
speak. Not one will go back and relive it.
They return to their holes of hallowed ground
and wait for the next unsuspecting youth.
1 comment:
I like it when you JUST WRITE.
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