Deep Sea Dwellers

Another slips under the surface
And joins the hundreds 
That drift gracefully below.
Long hair flows around their pale, colorless faces 
Arms stretched forward, fingers extended 
As if reaching for something gravely important
That lies just beyond their grasp.
Clothes tattered and worn where they are worn at all,
A sign of how much time has passed.
Above them, the day's final rays of light 
Refract off churning water and dark, ominous waves,
And a girl sits cross-legged at the end of a wooden dock. 


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