upon the summer seas
the sea’s recalcitrance, its patience
with the children, their screams,
the colour of summer,
the screech of tomorrow’s storms forgotten,
when the wind’s icy face is burned away on
this July day of come what may, our smiles
set to stay until the sun sleeps red upon
our sleepy heads, and upon a seaweed
bed we float our days away.
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