just a point man in the ocean
holding a piece of rope
which starts at one point
on the shore, arcs out towards
the black island rocks, their skirts
of white foam billowing up
like Marilyn Monroe�s dress
long ago, or yesterday
distracted by what�s beneath
the ocean, to go down diving for
� screams
of children
bring me back, a chorusrising high with each
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