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I Wonder.

I wonder?

I want to pick Mayflowers in June

Watch July June bugs beneath the moon,

Catch a train to morning town,

Cry with a clown, turn my 'this way up' upside down,

I want to paddle with starfish and make a wish as

Sea foam wets knees, my knees!

Smell the sea salted breeze, try to freeze this

Moment in time, sea weed caught in my toes,

F!!! wearing clothes, get stoned with the crows

And shoot love arrows at the sparrows,

Hey........where's my arrow kid?

It's not in my heart, I want to feel sand

In my sandal, and light a candle at midnight,

One little lonesome light to be doused by the

Tide, the in coming tide, which will erase my

'Up yours!' in letters taller than me,

I want to float on the sea maybe, maybe

I'll become an island for crabby

Crustaceans, Barnacles beneath my bum,

Sea- horses tethered in my tresses,

Forget, forget,

Forgot what I need to forget,

Home?

Nooooo......

Please,

Not yet!

15/6/2013. ©Christine May Turner.

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