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Whirlpools
And Riptides
There is something
Magnetically mesmerizing
Standing on the shore,
Sitting on the cliffs,
Watching the whirlpools
And riptides seethe and boil,
Beckoning grab your kayak,
Go get your board
Come play with us,
Dive in, dive in,
Invisible arms reaching,
Wrapping around you,
Pushing, pulling,
Circling gulls gliding,
Screaming mixed messages,
Do it, don’t do it, do it,
Yes, no, no, yes,
The intensity of their cries
Filling the skies like
The music, the words
You
hear when you
Look into her eyes.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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