Jim's Glimpse of the MerWoman

Jim had only glimpsed the gorgeous merwomen once But he never forgot her gray-eyed stare She had bored pinpricks through his surprised eyes Was her hair real or imagined? Jim recalled coral, starfish and pearls at her crown. Had she been a mirage, or had she been real? His boat returned to Dolphin Bay each year for thirty-six years He hoped to get another glimpse of the beautiful siren We old-timers knew the story Jim had told it in every tavern and restaurant down the coast. Some figured he met with the merwomen upon his death Unsure, I sincerely hoped that this might have happened for him.