On Shakespeare’s Birthday

Like clockwork do the high school girls
Ride out at the end of every day
To catch the water’s skipping pearls
Strung out on the dazzling bay,

Its watery beads suspended,
Dangled on the sea’s long run,
As if its necklace never ended
Under the incessant sun,

Its jewels too glistening to age
Beneath the laminated glare
Of the ocean’s wrinkled page,
Or too exuberant to care

About the loosely pixelated sky above.
Before we lose our prayers
To the ornate night, my love,
To the sequined airs

Of time, to every tempest’s inky grave,
Let’s grab this postcard’s bargain ride,
Before its out-of-focus young wave
Closes, and we’re caught inside.

December 9, 2017

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