Monday, January 14, 2008

Sailor's Song

The yellow-bellied
blue-hearted sailor wishes he could
live docked. He'd give his right tattoo
to be happy without the ever-impending
seasickness, even to
exist without a flirtatiously hair mussing
wind loved by both seaman and
landlubber alike, if only
it meant
that for just one oceanic turn of the earth
he did not feel obligated to drift
or
to banish stillness,
and could instead feel fully lit
and equally exhilarated,
still breeze-tossed,
merely
washing dishes.

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