PIERRE REVERDY
(1889- 1960)
The sea remains
ephemeral as words
traduced during
a soccer game,
watching space age
moments as montage
or five shells in a net
from day break
fishermen reaching out
on the shore
a morning drifts by
to open air sun rays
interweaving at
a grey shore distance
as half promised light.
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