TWO SONGS

For Emma

 

I

 

your errant breasts

unmanageable and impossibly new

fighting last year’s costume

in the surf

 

your bounty

fuels your nervousness

puts your father in a spin

rouses every male on the beach

 

such imaginings

 

II

 

dance in the bubbles dancing

at your feet

squeeze the salt and sand

between your toes

let yourself be tossed

by the surf

 

the slow flap of the

red and yellow flag

in the haze

the world reduced

to slices of colour and

the great sigh of surf

 

don’t fear the blue bottles

or the threatening storm

 

 

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