Some days are ripe for naps
and dreams of plans with friends
not often seen
Diamond tip waves cut horizon
blend wind and distant birds
make sounds think out loud
Make cell phones fade to
forgotten blips
weaker than blowing curtains
Dipping blue green waters
the sun descends
our boat tossing
our hands together at twilight
We become willing pirates
slide into port, knives in teeth
wrapped in inky black
this moonless night
By daybreak back
to running salt
never slowing to wave
our hull cleaving
thousands of watery hand-claps
digital pinch of alarm
eyeballs surface
soon more dreams becoming
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