cut at the waist by waves of green
she looks down at the companion she knows is there
and smiles at his invisible play
Soft curves and rises surround her
speckled yellow and white
there is always more on the horizon
as they roll out of sight
Beneath her feet
banks sliced smooth
splurge a deep red that bleeds into the water
where Medusa weeds splay
caught in a draft of tide
and an artifice of sugar rests on the surface
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