Approaching the seaside town from the landside,
looking down from surrounding hills,
the sea beyond the city rose
above it like a clash of wills.
Threatening like cold grey steel,
a seemingly vertical water wall
made the puny houses cower
waiting for the flood to fall.
Older than the land, implacable,
asserting superiority
the ocean held itself in check
waiting opportunity.
But as I descended to the streets,
the people swam around like fishes,
the sea subsided and everywhere
the town resounded with good wishes.
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