It was
in the mist,
on the breeze,
of the wind,
a tune playing,
inhaled by the coastline
from somewhere out there,
from the land or from the sea,
a piper playing slow music
inside the ocean’s angry noise,
melody fading in and out
like foreign radio in the sixties,
of the wind,
on the breeze,
in the mist.
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