They rowed out from The Dove
setting boots on sand
wobbly legged
This is not a mighty body of water
It is a warm, microbial bath
I long to see a castle, but scanning
the hills I see none
I am thirsty and he brought no water
Blue crabs swim and oysters belch
Strands of kelp strangle each other
for a sliver of gold light
The water is as old and polluted as my family
I will run to the Pacific to wash him off
I am thirsty and he has brought no water
only his fine banjo with the pearl inlay
His pale salt eyes squint,
as he sits playing claw-hammer style
Even the crabs bob up to listen
as the sun declines
Some of my ancestral ghosts
snap their fingers to his tune,
though most trudge weary through
the suffocated night
Lucy Simpson
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I LOVE it.
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for a sliver of gold light"
love than line...rated.