By the Sea
Steam at the mug's brim warms my cheeks
From the upstairs window, glassy as the sea
A distant island's timber speaks and I watch
the sun begin to peak.
Below, the dock rattles as bodies shuffle and skip
toward ships gathered around the strip like jowls.
A wave of air to wrestle, and they dare slip
Like leashes hooked to the collars of dogs.
A hint of pink daubs the tumultuous blue
While dive-bombers scan the surface for food.
I squint eyes in the centrum; a golden cue.
Look at the beige lips where palm trees loom
I think of you
Until the world turns blue
And in the tenor of water, a pearl sun blooms.
Morning deceives with her breath, so cool.
I wait for Spring, its scorching affairs.
I’ll sprawl like a pebble in her hypnotic tares.
A baking sheet to bask in her fiery snares
I’ll be there…
Copyright © Freda Wooten | Year Posted 2023
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