Non-Erotic PoetryGroyne
The groyne spoke
of a grey descent
into silent lapping –
ripples on possible glass.
Long before the whisper
the breeze eased
into motion, a cadence
of waves began the sound.
The uniform posts
stood firm attention
listened for orders
the groyne spoke.
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