A seamstress’ careless work, it seems,
does run wild without control.
We miss the straight line of a seam
that drew the fibre from the role.
Oceans, however, won’t comply
and draw a straighter line of spray.
Depending how the land does lie
they sputter, gurgle, push and fray.
You can’t predict the ocean’s seam.
It seeks its own plush line
where the bubbles with light gleam
in sun on shorelines shine.