ANY SEMBLANCE TO
THE MARITIME
ENDS RIGHT THERE
They fall, they fall, they tumble:
arc'd omnivores dousing their strength
on the domino'd stumble of reason.
The thin boats slither in their gloss veneer -
here and there a sail, bending over, in the
constant of a breeze.We hail the moment to stop
to watch : stay, linger, remain. These are not
boats, but angels, true crafts of a Heaven
made of water with grace and light!
-
Well, it seems like that anyway...and then
come the rueful owners, fearful of their
monies and costs. They wipe old sweat
from newly formed brows. Vowing to
come back tomorrow.
-
On the trampoline nearby, I watch, as
over the fence from my gazebo by
the sea, two naked girls are romping
on the jumper, laughing as they fly.
They fall, they fall, they tumble:
arc'd omnivores dousing their strength
on the domino'd stumble of reason.
The thin boats slither in their gloss veneer -
here and there a sail, bending over, in the
constant of a breeze.We hail the moment to stop
to watch : stay, linger, remain. These are not
boats, but angels, true crafts of a Heaven
made of water with grace and light!
-
Well, it seems like that anyway...and then
come the rueful owners, fearful of their
monies and costs. They wipe old sweat
from newly formed brows. Vowing to
come back tomorrow.
-
On the trampoline nearby, I watch, as
over the fence from my gazebo by
the sea, two naked girls are romping
on the jumper, laughing as they fly.
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