Friday, April 27, 2012

The fairest leagues.

It takes supreme patience--

Are the fairest leagues

Have the random kicks of trunks been devised?
Are swimming thighs and splashing shoals--
Even if dangerous, been apprised?

Could the recreationists possibly be that wise?

Just blushing and just

Sinking coldly with the purpose of drowning
Out of high school
Only to rise,

The creased gangly few

Nuisance youths who, new, know mermaids

And guessed, and wished, and
Made mesh of their ebb-

Capturing chests--

Them, I mean, those few.

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