hazy morning hiding sun
thick white cumulus
blue at apex showing
small waves roll inward
ocean's lake appearing
reflections off the rail
penetrate the room
curtain drawn compensating,
horizon line lost
no difference from the sky,
waves appearing suddenly
seemingly out of nowhere,
no birds flying anywhere
no rain in sight today,
curtains of a misty morning
hiding our gaze out
into the gray whiteness
of the day ahead...
a black fin penetrates
the ocean's flatness like
a plate on a table,
gliding across easily
a knife cutting through cake,
we assimilate if we can
sitting under virtual umbrellas.
September 17, 2025
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