The Empty Sea

The empty sea
yesterday's laughter
drowns in foam
a red surf at sunset

I watch the waves
recede into
a dark horizon
eternity's fine line

Songs fall
from the lungs
of white gulls
thrashing in the wind

I sing the surf
rolling into rocks
salty balladeer
indomitable siren

The empty sea
tomorrow's tears
form in the lining
of pink clouds at dawn


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Last night as Pablo Neruda and I lay in bed, we exchanged ideas of the sea and the fact that it can swallow yesterday and tomorrow and still remain so beautiful.