Slimshanks leaped,
fastfolded knee-to-chin,
elbows locked in and
crater-crack splash,
saltsilver shards of green glass bay
cold speckle my legs,
slow-surfing the bobbing dock
and laughing.
Seal-pup sleek, up pops
my love.
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
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