About the sea
One
Louvres,
Cut one into strips.
One stripe of blue,
I know that is the sky.
Seabirds fly into the sky,
with strips of blue in their mouths.
The seabird said,
"The sky is my home,
The sea is the sky."
Two
In August,
the sun and the sand are white.
I dug two holes on the beach.
The sky is dead,
The sea is spitting out its last foam.
On the beach, I dug two holes,
one to bury the sound,
one to bury the sunshine.
The sky is the lid of the coffin,
The seabirds land on the edge of the coffin.
The seabird said,
“The sea is dead.
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