Float
My drinks enticing and sweet
On a chair in the middle of the street
My little floaters been dinged
Roiling waves the edges singed
The wood alive with roiling flame
Waters pulsing like a broiling brain
The cars flow downriver like syrup
I float on my raft with an empty cup
My chair cant sink among the heat
Its not the damn drivers seat
So I travel the world and surf
My cup will never touch any turf
Arms reach out the ocean waves
In taking them the current fails
They want saltless delight im sure
I lift the parasol; sugar is the cure
I reach down and share the fluid
The current takes it, people included
No matter i can surf without it
So i crouch on the boards and sit
Then lie and bask in the sun
And the hands cant ruin the fun
They still reach and pin me
From below the board they see
Grab my cup and take it
I laugh and spit
I let them take it where it belongs
Bubbling under the wooden walls
And I still have the suns fire
It extinguishes the pyre
The lapping waters cant burn
My raft of wood will never turn
Everything is so warm and free
As long as my drink is lifting me
Copyright © Ember Waters | Year Posted 2025
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