July written by Joan McNerney at Spillwords.com



written by: Joan McNerney


This sun is a giant beach ball
and we can play all day.

Waters creep over my feet.
Should I stand shivering
or go swim?  Lose my footprint?

Off I run, falling over myself,
a mug of salty cider.  This
wave an insecure bed.  Seaweed
pillow.  Carried by moon to
an abyss.

The floor of my sea mansion is
not tidy. I shall have sponges
for lunch.  Ride with seahorses

On the far shore, my lover
smiles, kiss of surf.

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