Fierce white feet,
paddling harder and harder
on the bristling waves,
somersault of light,
a foam of dolphins
drenched their glistening fears.
Player piano and the
mazurkas of the forbidden heart,
it killed us with a bowl of fruit,
a single pineapple that
reached the shore.
Round and round in circles,
fierce little feet,
their widening wake,
carrying the laughter of
I thought of spiders and seabirds,
things that never dreamed of death,
or burst pipes,
or a broken coast.
And the children trailed their toes
and combed the sea’s green hair.
She shuddered at their touch,
she welcomed their kisses,
and the paper boats that ignited
beneath a flaming feather in the sky.