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Tragedy at Sea

An ocean blue

The morning hue

The beauty of a beach.


The wind swept sands

Where a jetty stands

But only white caps here to reach.


The mind is miffed

The rest adrift

And thoughts of broken hull.


A time to atone

By this sinking throne

Accompanied only by a gull.


A sight then to watch

A triangular notch

Upon the ocean’s tip.


White clouds a gloss

A flying albatross

The triangle is now a ship.


Aboard, wet and sore

I hear “quarter to four”

Mates pass by in evening fleece.


The tragedy at sea

The rescue of me

That failed; I now rest in peace.


                                                By Kenny Lancisi

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