Salt spray engulfs the bay
All the sail boats in the oil painting try to blow away
Cleanse it of chip trays and the ice cream man whose sense belongs here only, and only on a sun day
The sail boats blow away, not drowning but waving
Come cast my nets, lets bow to the sea Come cast my nets lets dip our toes in the sea, not drowning but waiting, point the prow to the sea
Take a cone of cockles and muscles and a quarter of shrimp
All the sail boats in the oil painting blow away rock away
And beyond, preserved like a secret, a relief of history,
the city through an arch, not drowning but waving, brought back into now by cocktails at sunset
Salt rim, biters and lime Don't blow away
Peer through the arch at the sea spray world, tumbled and polished by storms, swooped over by an agitation of salty seabirds
Give me guts, give me glory, blow away, blow away
There's money to spare in the mermaids purse to hear the sea dog spin a tale or a curse
Its a fey pantry, a jumble of guts and worse, blow away
All the sail boats in the oil painting blow away
Vessels of the sea tied to the land, tied to the tide
A world of cobblestone belonging and painting
Through the storm sky a quarter of shrimp hide under the rock
A flagellation of seaweed of salt spray and fossil and cockles and trilobite jumble blow away
Hidden 'neath seaweed, preserved like a secret
Dip your toes take a look
There I will fall and collect in the pool, tumbled and polished
Not drowning, but waiting
Castaway, like an oil painting swallowed me whole, salted and sprayed to blow away.
