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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I wave vaguely toward a boat in the distance, but can't think of what I would say if they invited me on board. "That seems excessive kindness," I say, but a voice laughs in my head, "Yeah, but they'll never do that!" In its vacuum stare, a seagull encourages me to think past my confusing options. I laugh pretty hard and move on to the empty boardwalk overlooking the choppy waters, picking someone's trash as part of my civic duty, thinking "life's better in this barren habitat" and then am glued to a kite spinning wildly in the sky attached to a windsurfer riding the waves, suddenly disappearing and then resurfacing, has trouble unhooking the kite, saying to myself, "that's a good kite he should keep it" and then watch it fly like a free bird before crashing into the ocean. I walk past the sign that reads, "Sally was here today" wondering if she was blonde or brunette. I whisper in my head, "this place must do well in the Summer." Today it's silent, like our interior souls crushed by the disease. "We'll come ahead on this one. What made you look for water snake in this environment?" My father would have encouraged me that I was right, he was always delusional, always carried a small umbrella even in hot Summer days as a precaution. "You need to learn to manage your affairs better," his voice rings in my head. He loved his car and wanted to drive it to his own funeral. I see an old grill gummed up with ashes, wondering how many beachgoers it had pleased and all the stories it had to tell. "There was once a married couple who ate their burgers raw." The boardwalk turns into rocky sand, waiting to torture my bare feet, a seagull is looking purposefully at my predicament, perhaps chuckling, "these helpless creatures." Lend me the swiftness of your wings, so I can ride above the foamy waves and sit on a humpback whale that lies still in recumbent grace, sniffing you out. I am your maid and it does not take long to try its patience. I hope you spare me your wet witching. You would have saved a squad of dolphins from their daily doldrum if you were game and moved in their playful company. Inaccessible solitude, I venture to conclude at random.
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