Winter Sea

From my warm cheap motel room,
I am staring at the cold priceless winter sea.
The frozen horizon
The clockwork wave
The chilly water like a woman turning her back to me
The beach void of bikinis
What is my mind scouring the vast sea for?

I would rather to become
an animal that prints its desperate paws
on the fresh snow in the mountain.

I could plunge into that cold-blooded sea
and beg for life.

Just like a captain on a placid ocean
boasting that he would die with his ship,
I am gazing at the drawing
that imprisons the winter sea.

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