Oceans by
Connor Kaplan
I don’t think I will ever see a Poem as beautiful as an
ocean.
An ocean calmly moving back and forth
moving at the whim of the winds command.
An ocean does not stare at one god but many.
The ocean is a mighty deity.
Its influence covers so much of the blue dot.
Providing sustenance and nutrients as she gives birth to
life.
Poems are made by fools like me.
Fools who do dream of the impossible.
Poems that tell stories of the writer.
But nothing so far can make an ocean.
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