Ohio Sea Songs

Where the groundhog has chewed the chain link I slip through a brittle-boned hedge and I am there where geese sail a puddle-deep fog. I taste the sea in its brine-washed ripples. Ohio spates with oceanic currents, the Atlantic gets swept up on gull wings surf pours West for hundreds of high miles, then flops and pools. The sky has fisheyes in it. Between the blight-broken woods aquatic scales skim, gleam and blink over surface waters. Long-winded showers shatter to spray, clouds drip mist-drowned sea air's upon a mirage of mermaids that chase to catch them on the fly as they plunge on through the sodden turnpikes, or pause to comb their sing-song hair at the wind-swept rest stops along Interstate 75. ~~~~~~~~~ edit