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A daysailor questions what he saw was indeed real. |
Catchin’ some wind one afternoon in a spinnaker christened Kate. Blue sky, calm sea, warm summer breeze: Lone solitude was my first mate. My brew was cold. My smoke was green. My music was smooth Orleans blue. I cracked a beer and rolled a joint as cloud figures rolled into view. Vivid among the clouds I saw Santa Claus ridin’ a dragon. Off to the left, a chubby kid pulled Teddy bears in a wagon. The sky was full of many sights from gargoyles to a chimpanzee. Then, suddenly, I heard a splash, drawing my focus to the sea. Stunned, I watched half-woman, half-fish breaching gracefully in the air. Her sun-kissed skin and deep green scales complemented her rainbow hair. A string of pearls and matching studs adorned both her ears and her neck. In her rainbow hair, I saw there a shell comb with sparkly gold fleck. But for the few pieces of bling, this aquatic creature was nude. I dared not move for fear she’d leave. On this jewel my eyes kept glued. Suddenly, she began to swim ever closer to Kate and me. Strung-out in a hypnotic buzz, I blindly jumped into the sea. In the water I splashed about, but her image could not be seen. Gone was this picturesque vision. Vanished had my wettest wet dream. She could not be, I told myself, as I steadily sailed for home, Unaware, lyin’ next to me was my elusive dream’s shell comb. abcb 8 syllables per line Line count: 40 |