Sadness is thick
but more precisely
it is dense.
I do sense danger
in the sea’s laughter,
but also fairness.
Why do I return
to the indifference
of the ocean?
It gives as much as it gets,
doesn’t boast of its
limitlessness.
You wrote a book
of questions, but what
of the ones you didn’t ask?
I have a few I can’t
even bring myself to speak,
instead writing some lines
like you, like this–
Is a sinking feeling
more acceptable in sand?
OPTIONAL POETRY 
so nice. Your first and last stanzas really work together so well as the poem arcs. Thank you.
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Thank you, too!
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Where did you come from?
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Poem or self? All the good bits here are Neruda, and Texas, sort of.
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Yeah, unfair question, good answer.
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Good job . Can’t wait for your new post.
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Glad to hear it!
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