Sea Nymph

Wave counting
from the empty shore
I sense the sea's tempo change.
Far out, breasting the tide
a clean limbed body slides
through wild seas
slick as ice, plummeting
down the rippling vortex
from silver surface to
cool blue depths,
caressing the water with
a child's soft touch.
Hair swells in wavelets
of their own, her watery wake
swiftly dissipating like
smoke in the wind.

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