But that was a dream.
Was that a dream?
The sun-scented air
Would have answered the riddle
But that sole dingy yacht has a mouth
And ears that catch things half-baked
That vessel a blabber mouth?
The pearl dust in the crystal sand
Would have drawn a map of secrets
But the sky would peep
Pass on to the clouds
Like warm fudge
On a chilled glass bowl
That sky a tattle master?
The hills did good
But stood disconnected
Across the horizon
They have trees that pray
And see beyond the surface
Of waves and wind
Those hills of any help?
The waters by the white beach
Snoozed a chance in brief
And whistled a couplet deep
Would they ripple my anecdote
If painted in hues of teal?
To be lost yet found
And found, yet lost
A glory worth a re-tell?
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