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how strange it is indeed

for a man who loves the sea

to be found here

hold secure

cargo in shambles

none the richer

for his travels



last night leaning

out

over her

dangerously close now

drinking the spray

breathing deep

the smell of her brine

hungrily

til it drips from his nostrils



he is waiting

and she an

overpowering wave

does not come

leaves him there

high

and dry

drowning



in the    end

as in the beginning

he is unsurprised

by weathered fingers clutching

to the railing

the final mutiny

the deepest

tragedy

for a man

who loves the sea