Staring out my window on a windy morning

Boats bounce,

Water rushes,

The house creaks and sways.

Halyards clank


My glance turns to crayons, then sweet singing.

I shake out my long curls

Take off my clothes

And jump through the gale,

To be drenched by the sea.

My legs are one scaly mass

My hair weightless




For hours in colors, cradled by the bliss beneath.


Then a jolt and a high-pitched, continuous moan

The boats bounce

Their halyards clank

And the crayons scatter across the floor.


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