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On the Rocks

  

On granite bed and sea foam pillow, I let this dream take me

A seagull cries and the sirens sigh, fishing lines wiz by me


Gale winds kiss my sunburned lips, the massive beast is thrashing

Crash and splash as sailboats pass, the rough-cut shore is calling


Goosebumps rise to the salty bite, but still I let it have me

The liquid licks like needle pricks, my numbing toes delight me


Motors blow, a fog horn groans, greenheads all a-buzzing

While snails rule the tidal pool, osprey perch a-gazing


When summer glows into fall’s first days, smoldering bliss for me.

And when the frozen white sheet entombs, I let this dream take me.