Red boats,
seven of them- pulled in their masts at the sound of Your footsteps
on the rocky waves, for they were being
silenced.
The men's lavender eyes turned upwards,
where the clouds were circling
round
and round
and round
Beneath the sea, the creatures came to life,
where the beads off Your wet feet
fell into the water, multiplied and
commanded them to awake.
"A reprieve! A reprieve!"
they whispered to their napping families, who,
carrying their water jugs, left their homes. The deep-sea
cottages they inhabited were now untouched, the last overcast day their minds would have to comprehend.
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