The Sea
From August 2006
Also appears in 2007’s ‘The Berkeley Poetry Review”
And the sea.
Which goes,
and flows,
by delicate means,
of ropes and pulleys
made of turquoise and pearl.
Who hosts armies of starfish
and coral cavalcades
Peopled by folk of blues and greens
whose whims know no boundaries
and gifts know no end.
Whose very skin—glistens
with diamonds and memory.
A lass with pipes that sound with purposeful fervor;
where mermaids are always but one ‘step’ away.
The sea, which leads to the shore,
or a kingdom,
where children build castles
made not in the air.
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Photo by Deborah Stokol. Looking out from the Santa Monica Pier, 2007.