and dreams of plans with friends
not often seen
Diamond wave tips cut horizons
blend wind and distant birds
make sounds, thinking 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
When we make land, to work
delivering lead, rendering fire,
pouring rum, tequila, whisky,
floating barrels of jerked meat
By daybreak back to running salt
never slowing to wave
hull cleaving a line
through watery hand-claps
digital pinch of alarm sound
as eyeballs surface
more dream nights becoming
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