The Sharks
Well then, the last day the sharks
appeared dark fins appear,
innocent as if in fair warning.
The sea becomes sinister, are
they everywhere?
I tell you, they break six feet of
water.
Isn't it the same sea and won't
we play in it anymore?
I like it clear and not too calm,
enough waves to fly in on.
For the first time I dared to swim
out of my depth.
It was sundown when they came,
the time when sheen of copper
still the sea, not dark enough for
moonlight, to see them easily.
Dark the sharp lift of the fins.
