You were singing to me
As I was crouched on the ground.
I stood to face you.
My hands played
A beat to keep time.
The storm gathered as
The sea grew restless.
Two whirlpools
Swirled in opposing directions.
We finished our song and
Smiled as nature
Gathered her tantrum.
I wonder about us,
What it means
If anything.
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