Clementine sun shy peeps a crackled duck-egg sky. Downy
terns paddle sleek creek: reeds tangle tiny feet. Pond rush tips
gold, beating back kissing wind. Parting willow waves, swished
with ozone cleaving hair:we leave the new mothers fussing.
Terns rush silt pond: tip tiny feet. Reeds tangle puddled creek. Sleek
fledge birds alight boat masts, breasts ablaze, high sail. Dream, seem
to cleave: clip the ozone. Leave fussing mothers weave new hair – like
clouds to placate now inclement sun. Who would think, as brack-dizzy
birds sail high and dredge the dream sky, so must our boat alight? Bridge
hugs tight both brackish sides but will you swing or stay locked forever?
Who would think you inclement now as I placate your clouds? Oh to soft
stride your lengths: to kneel redd riffled sides, moor your barging boats,
hug rill tight. You will swing. Both cannot stay locked forever. Side, side
with me. Can you think as I do? Can you steer the churning, turning tide
striding strong at your keel, unruffled? Peer boat lengths? More barges
lilt and lull and creak and speak as terns swing and creel singing skies.
Can you steel the turning tide with me? Think as I do? Can you churn
unlock your heart to turn? Reel warm gold to gild burning bridges. Hear
salt creek speak and lilt, loll under cruel skies. Terns swoop: swing wing
down. Ducks peep crackled eggs, quack creakily to shining clement sun.