The pebbles skip lowly on the blue sea.
They fly through big rough wakes and muddy horns
As seagulls float and hunt for lost debris.
Fish flap on tiny boats, rock unsteady.
This Ocean venue song full of blue noise,
Making timeless music for all us boys.
This is our life-line. Our own tiny joy.
Posted Tuesday, 23 December 2008 at 00:11
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