What the Waves Know.
He stares at waves he has seen before,
That he laughed at in innocence,
That he wondered at.
The waves wave back and play on the shore.
They recognize the man in the hat,
Who's gained one or two wrinkles
Since they saw him last.
He waits. He stares. Wanting more
Than their knowing furious silence.
He yells. They say nothing back.
The waves simply wave and play on the shore.
They play there knowing deeds present and past;
The things he's told them when the stars twinkle;
Things he now wishes he could take back.
He sits. He stares. Wanting more
Than their deserved insolence.
He cries. Yet -now comforted by a hand on his back.
The waves simply wave and play on the shore.
Now two wrinkled men sharing deeds present and past.
Laughing at the wonders of innocence,
and plotting together how they might get back.
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