On Gray Gloomy Days

On gray gloomy days,
I always long for the sea,
its foamy fingers writing haiku on the sand.
Gulls caw out each syllable,
as they ride wind currents
inches over the churning gray water.
The sea is a lonely soul,
even with her belly full of sea life,
she still yearns for so much more.
And so do I.

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The weather tends to have a negative effect on my muse.
She needs a vacation---to an exotic island where naked native boys fan her with palm fronds.
Feed her dates, mangos and other fruit... massage her with warm oil...

Better stop there.