when dawngreen day
begins in grey
say in the early june
i'll often not
go out-of-doors
‘til eye-blue afternoon

but when the sky
is stormied over
like a dirty silver dollar
then i like to go and dance
in the krill-green
ocean water

where seaweed leaves
all slithly grey
will slime along the surface
attached to bulbs
of neptune’s gold
by thread of mermaid’s velvet

i pull the bulbs
from off the vine
they detach like angels’ wings
then squished between
my thumb and finger
they shoot like champagne corks

while graped bulb soars
a kelp vine sinks
down to the jade sea floor
and should i pray
my prayer will bring a wave
to take me back to shore

say a prayer
to the deep sea nymphs
they’ll lift you on their waves
the kelp bulb flies
the sea leaf sinks
down to its watery grave