The Shameless Sea

If you need me, call the sea,
I am busy, occupied, crazy.

Full of circles looping, twisted
boughs of the pine tree
Singing, stretching, reaching out-
They don’t reach me.

My journey to the sea
is a buzzing, speeding bricked up
automobile.

The sea throbs and drums,
a circle in my mind.
Feel me,
embrace me.

I reach for the sea, breathing in
the fading horizon.
The ebbing tide
calming my crazy circles.

The sea has no shame,
And I have nothing to hide.

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