Soft Sea
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despite my infirmity
the palm fronds twitch
as always
joggers push on
along sloping sands
drinking the surf into soul
from my bed I count dewdrops
suspending light in bulbs
along the railing
and watch sea scrolls
pile up and disappear
unrehearsed and unconcerned
why won't the world
reciprocate the aching skin
and feverish sleep?
missing is the descended mist
blocking rainbows
and mountain views
unformed are the hungry storm clouds
eating their way towards picnics
and parrots
yet I languish alone
on summer's holiday
wanting to leave
even
when the sea
is so soft