Sordid sea,
Wax the lazy beat.
Sink these words fast.
Please, woman, swim.
Pant on the water's edge,
Atop the flood's tongue.
If I fall behind,
I'll ask the Sky,
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Sordid sea,
Wax the lazy beat.
Sink these words fast.
Please, woman, swim.
Pant on the water's edge,
Atop the flood's tongue.
If I fall behind,
I'll ask the Sky,
To take language from me,
And let him write the verses.
Clouds instead of words,
Rainbows for punctuation,
And darkness for endings.
Moonbeams will tell of romance,
And sunsets for heartache.
Nothing will be left untold,
As I bask on the beach,
Reading the story
Written in the sky.
-Mindy Leary
