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.
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