HIGH WALLS
Flabbergasted by the guests, my enemies,
the enemies have keys to the gate.
I crawled here to see the sea,
No one can see the sea
unless behind these high walls.
I wade into the shallows, find sea horses,
a fish, vermilion,
swims through dark green seaweed.
I watch waves leap back and forth,
I look back over my shoulder to see high walls.
Duane Locke
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