My Ocean  

By David Eide  

My ocean, our ocean going on, foam and breaker
Black mammal body  fast  turning, vanishing.

Formation of birds cascade over the water
The fat seagull speaks shyly with me conscious of its fatness.

"Go on old bird, you and your beady eye."

Sea wrack/ tourists speak Norwegian along the rocks
Young woman alone with coat pulled tightly around her.

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