The women let the tide go out
which will return which will return
the sand the salt the fat drowned babies
The men ran furiously
along the banks of the estuary
screaming
Come back you fucking sea
right now
right now
-Grace Paley
thanks that is awesome
it is, isn’t it!
[...] The third time, I just copied out one of my favorite poems from the collection: Come back, you fucking sea. [...]