The Calm

"Yes" they told us, "this
is how it happens."

First, bones are revealed-
a sunken ship

white and rotted.

Next, strings grow lax.
Often completely torn away

from a rusted anchor,

followed by air
loosened from shafts.

Broken, billowing sails.

Waves grow gnarled,
returning to self.

At last, the calm.
The sea lies down-

a resting gull.

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