Monday, October 28, 2013

At St. Andrews

the golf balls scatter like buckshot
around the fountain with the mermaid. She'd like to duck
but can't, any more than she can
wear patent-leather slingbacks, paint her sea-lips
hot pink or Sedona orange
or color her tail like the Fruit-Loops mascot's beak.
She's stuck with grey--
respectable grey, the stone tradition. You know
she resents it.
Be careful if you land a ball in her pool,
her teeth are sharp.

--word salad

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