Poem for Brian:
will gold coins fall from the surface of the ocean
like conch shell trumpets, will mermaids
sound like wind chimes made out of delicate glass sculptures
or like scratched dolphin wings and snails across the insides of ears
will mermaids of light mix light and air together with a spoon
made of silver feathers, their hair silver and gold and red and green in the sun?
Poem for Nick:
large shadow fish who appear only at night and
can travel swiftly through the water without swimming—
they are all whispering to one another, like ghosts
or sheets flapping in the wind. We strain to hear what they say to one another.
Poem for David:
Cynthia is riding a large white seahorse and sees
a giant seacastle in the distance. It is so white even
the sun has trouble hitting it.
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