Skye Wu ’19
The mountainous blueness
collapses
onto the sand of my childhood,
thundering
onto the sand castles I built.
Roaring waves,
but underneath is
deathly silence.
The ocean
teaches me more about
the rivers.
The promises of headwaters,
being realized
in the eternity
and formlessness of Poseidon’s reign.
I see
possibilities of life
sleeping in
the fish tank water.
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