She is the sea
Poetry -- Light
She is the Sea
Tied to the moon
she’s tidal
rhythm of a clock.
She eats the shore
surf crushing
grains of sand for lunch.
Knows Davy Jones
his locker
where she keeps her stuff.
Academic
the fishes
school beneath her swells.
Overwhelming
her tumult
bashes the shoreline.
The sea is she
the ocean
crashing, whoosh, and sploosh.
Ninjastroni
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