On the Shore

The sun, like a ripe pear leaks juicy rays onto watercolour grey

While sand filters through toes like coffee grains

A painted horizon absorbed into lapis eyes

Retinas drunk on a rice wine of stratus and stratocumulus

Cottony celestial cocktail of softest rain suspended in place

Floating miniature oceans dressed as snow white kittens

Waiting to fall into the padded laps of Russian steppes

Wild corn fields, red and yellow tulip beds

And yes, this sea of black cherry wine, silver filaments, liquid lead

The sea is a forget-me-not race car speeding down a highway of sound

An aquatic underground cinema showing films full of coral

Proud dancing whales, movie star fish

To but see the faded poster outside is already the sweetest delight

To this land-bound mermaid cursed with legs instead of a tail