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“Summertime and the . . . is . . .” Belay that, George. Let’s mess with T. S. Eliot.
… and Alice happens by . . . comes and goes, hauls in crushed gravel and catches some shows
Steel pieces in Port Jersey thundering scrap into the hold . . .
… Vanguard Viking pumps into lighters this gurgling black gold
All vessels and crews dream of free rides before it turns cold… And still
Alice comes and goes, hauls in crushed gravel and catches some shows.
“I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
I … think that they … sing to me.
I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
… wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till … voices wake us, and we want encores.”
Summertime and the time is right for remodeling gloomy poetry, making it bright and airy like it’ll always be summer. T. S., blogging would have cheered you!