it happened when Nick was 19 …he was so fed up with fisherman’s stew…fed up
with fishermen who
slurped it ….
day…after…
day…from
styrofoam cups…fed up
from hearing his Pappoo call,
“have a light sleep” to
him as he walked away from
the family’s snack bar …
like an ugly woman in
a beautiful dress…9 years of
splintery walks across the
old pier followed him and
….SUDDENLY…
she caught him …
twisted his ankle til the
sky turned green
as
seaweed colored emeralds on her
wet wistful eyelashes…
looking back …he wondered if
she had given him the evil eye…but…
at the time …
at the time…
at the time …
he was only watching how
she pulled her green waves higher and
higher like hurricane hemmed
dresses in summer but here he was in
fall… he was past all that…. past time to envy porpoises … porpoises who seemed…
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