Spindrift

there is no scale to measure attachment,

but Beaufort’s may be modified.

seafoam

is a hand in my blouse

wavelets

are an untraditional lunch

and crashing horses

leave a glow even strangers recognize.

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Calypso’s whitecaps curl into claws;

she wants to tear you from the bridge.

mirrored seas

burst into brilliant shards

treasure maps

break free from bottles

and sleeping oysters

rattle out of their beds.

you yaw into the gale and call to me:

let us soak in the spindrift!

6 June – 15 June

not in the cabin