Snorkelin'
Just their presence makes me smile
those pirate fins so sleek and true,
carry muscle mem'ry of the hug
before the slide-under oyster-blue...
Under, Lo! where the sea fills the cavities
and canisters till you cheat death diving
down where no man has gone before to
spin amid the gaudy sea-breathers till
Uisce debt! Gulp to hale-in, rinse
the mask and return to Lilliputia...
There carol downward spiral
Weightless as an astronaut,
bare sand mounds like village greens
undulating to infinities...
Heed we the call of the water
and give us the margaritas!
'Cuz it ain’t real 'less it's salty
till the brine-sand sole burns
for we’re sailin’ straits
for that Floridian meridian...
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