See how the brown kelp withers in air
Gasping to its death
Upon the salty ice. A moment
Only was enough
To banish the loveliness that made
Of a few rather
Inexpressive weeds under water
A lover’s emblem
Of success-easy-moving, soft and
In the heart’s color.
Can simple air become so foul? Now
After a short time
Parted from warm company we kept
Together, I share
That condition, a gradual rot
So far from the sea:
Absence of the proper element
Will take effect, take
Soon the mouth out of my very words.
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