Cross currents pull swimmers down
The lighthouse waves
-beaming, lets them go
A depression over the bay
A cyclone over the shore
Victory at sea
-Rainbows from oil slicks
-Mined, the sand.
Quaint, the myth
A monkey’s burning tail
sizzled in these waters,
turned the shore murky.
In another aftermath,
’roaches roamed
-From baygone
to survivors of the bygone
(the epitaph to which read:
they took the bait
hook, line and aye aye mate)
6th July, '07
Thursday, July 12, 2007
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