Like it was normal
And like it was strange,
A wave collapsed on
The supporting sea and
Rushed unashamed to
Steal the bay beach-band.
***
Not one said a thing
But dug their lips in
Pristine convent foils
Of their white napkins,
Sucking food-bits through
Their whistling teeth.
***
A
was always
A
was always...
Hmm,
that is why
I say that
sage
Was always
The
one who flunked.
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