We are the sea

Seasons of the sea · Track 7

I saw the strangest thing—
a wave crashing in the middle of Cheapside.
It foamed in glassy shards,
Retreating—
it left them spilled.

They walked the pavement trapped
inside gemstone bodies.
I heard the hum of the sea
in their reflections.

They cracked as the day
grew older and scrambled
to give street’s corners
their name

They melted in the sea
as new shards rose
for their breath.

I caught one
framed in my mirror,
its brown eyes—I tell you—
shards

In them the sea—

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