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The sea was like a mill pond With sailboards slipping by, The water, cool, inviting, That grandma had to try. After resting on the breakwater Reached across the rainfall stones, A slow disrobing in the sun To reveal such fragile bones No wind today, no breaking surf; Just happy laughter all around, When suddenly beneath the waves No foothold to be found. Silent slipping, silent down. Into a silent world, A silent scream in salty taste, As silent, clutching, hands unfurled. Above the sea, in brightest blue, Sunbathers rush to aid, But late, too late, to be of use, The final price is paid. The pumping of the torso, The rubbing of the limbs, The rushing off to dial the nines, The kneeling, and the hymns. But no. the shaking heads decide, As paler shade of white Grows gruesome to the watching crowd, Who fade from this grave site. Soon all is though it never was, The beach once more alive, The happening, now a memory, At twelve hours fifty five. |