Sometimes there is no other place to sit than among the doldrums
And the sympathy circus was shuffles and humms
Cheeks made to hold a smile, a happy shellfish, one to distract from the tides of unsettling events
One to carry you like a bouquet hammock attached to the breeze
So doldrums be damned
and lack be ignored like the clams
For dreams of living in a smile are beginning
near the rocky seashore distractions never hinder
Loss never took
The yellowy brown color of the sand touched life upside down
Moving in and out seducing the soles
paying short visits by Wind and water
Not a fish on the line
Not a fantasy
Not a drop
Yet relief has come because I lust the dryness left by the tide
all the way up
that beautiful coastline
sitting out of the tides reach
Yet it has passed to provoke my sleep
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