Two Poems

return

Each time it tried to get into the sea,

The waves resisted entering and swept

Tumbling the turtle back

With weed in welter and wrack

Holding it as in fee;

And still it kept

Confronting the whole Atlantic, until home

It went in the swash and disappeared like foam.

finale

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