The Sea, a living canvas
This morning,
I watched a display,
put on just for me,
a living canvas
of so many blues,
with sprites bright like snow,
leaping up,
as joyfully as lambs.
They paused,
suspended in air,
then dissolved into mist.
The sea, inanimate?
Never.
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Fiona Pimentel is a contributing member of the Cayman Writers Circle
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