Fuchsia

On the boat she reclined
In a fuchsia bathing suit.
While he sat
And watched her.
Enticing creature that she was.
Mellow from being
Out of the bottomless water,
In love with him.

Quick-limbed,
He made fun of her,
Fearing the Deep, cold ocean.
She flapped her wings
Like a chicken
And squawked.

She was right to have been so afraid.
Think of the years they spent
Wandering, plowing
Through deep water.
Losing sight of each other,
Seeing, now and then,
A bobbing head.



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It seems like a mighty long time
Angela Jackson
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