Siren of the Sea

On the hot breath of a warm sea
Comes a siren, silky white.
Her glide leaves no long remark
On the chalkboard of silent sand.
Toes drink from salty petals--
A ceremonious offer of nectar
From waves of great distance--
Who, once graced with hem and lace,
Return happily to their eternal row.
Eyes mirror overcast skies
Or cause reflection
On midnight's starry stroke
Never seen and neither heard
The ebb and flow of her tides
Pulled longingly on one heart
To give inertia for a bon voyage.

SonnysidePop: Milky Way to Haunted Kansas

Pop: "Try a Milky Way and a V8; tastes great, wish we had some, can't wait!"

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Son: "Oh, the Billions and Billions of stars to eat, like the Man from Mars who keeps eating cars."
Pop: "And lightning bugs in jars. All tsars and czars to go before I eat, therefore a drink."
Son: "Last call, then back to protect The Wall."
Pop: "The Sea was angry that day, my friend. We don't need no mashed potatoes."
Son: "Only the dust from a falling star."
Pop: "Huffel Dust, me hopes?"*
Son: "Luck of the Irish, laddie."
Pop: "Or, all we are is Kansan dust in the wind."
Son: "All we are saying is, 'Give peace a chance.'"
Pop: "Cause out on the edge of Darkness, there rides a Peace Train. Oh, Peace Train take this country, come take me home again."
Son: "Time to take a free ride, old man Winter the Conductor screeches, 'Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.'"
Pop: "Gas, grass, or ass... nobody rides for free, unless it's your birthday, then you get 1 free ride through the Haunted House all through October."

*Huffel Dust was an imaginary dust that my Irish Great Uncle used to sprinkle on the deck of cards when playing.