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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.

Joan McNerney

Joan McNerney

Joan McNerney’s poetry has been included in numerous literary magazines such as Seven Circle Press, Dinner with the Muse, Moonlight Dreamers of Yellow Haze, Blueline, and Halcyon Days. Three Bright Hills Press Anthologies, several Poppy Road Review Journals, and numerous Kind of A Hurricane Press Publications have accepted her work. Her latest title is The Muse in Miniature, available on Amazon and Cyberwit.
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