The Ocean, Ours
The ocean, ours; the wild hammock,
ours; sand dunes, ours; walking the pipeline,
ours; serendipity in a time of liberty, ours
We had the sea when it was free,
the Fort, the Port, and around the bend
of our treasure island, free range
to a South End of untarnished beauty--
never a thought that that could change.
And, YES, Lord, we did swim nude,
because we could in cover dark
of no full moon --not about sex
in our Annabel kingdom,
but freedom.
Freedom!
Copyright © Nola Perez | Year Posted 2014
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