Attracts the few
Who have embraced
Aloneness
Who've come to
Watch
White
Cambered waves
Against the wind's relentless
Nettles
Who marvel at the pier
Fenced by slats of
Icicles
And the exchange of
Sand and snow
Below a hopeless slate
Gray sky
The sirens
Whisper
In small crescendos
A frozen soul
Thawed
By majesty
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