Searchlight blinks
Year after year
No ship sunk or saved

Seagulls swing high on the swingset
Outside until local
Jays bully them away

Lopsided fiddlers
Scuttle by phosphate suds
Slow turtles flap out to sea

Cotton collared swans
Nudge barnacled rungs
In ginger, wild mermaids breath


-Tailor Bell




-for Willie who passed tonight 4-7-09

Tailor Bell

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