I see the skywide estuary,
I see the houses by the sea.
I see it is inevitable.
Their doorsteps are low,
Nearby salt grasses grow.
Still, it is inevitable.
There’s a person on the upper floor,
Who lovingly painted the colourful door.
And yet, it is still inevitable.
The sea will rise,
That house will be surprised,
They might stave off their demise
For a moment – it is
It is a great shame that so many houses in my country are build on floodplains. A shame, and an avoidable one. In a few years, all the houses built on estuaries will discover why there was so much empty land there to begin with.
The Hapless Neo-Romantic