cape
san blas
it's a
bright,
brisk Christmas
by the sea
and the
type of churning ocean
i wish was warm
these houses
are proper for dunes
and kind to the eyes
they glow
creamy in the sun
pats of butter fanned out
amidst the oats
the foam
and rush seem almost
underfoot from here
this brief perch on the deck
my fingers now icy
and confused
Oh that
the water was warm!
and rolling me about
like a toffee in its mouth.
Copyright © 2001 Frances Smathers Sisson
