JACQUELINE L. LANDRY
-The Pedantic Bohemian-
Saturday, May 2, 2009
Cool Water Woman
A storm is coming across the island.
It brings a dark rainbow made entirely of gray.
The wind is wet, but doesn't chill me.
It makes the blinds rattle, chatter like frightened teeth.
The windchime protests in discordant notes.
I brush Cool Water Woman on my skin;
Watch the white caps upon the harbor.
Night is coming fast.
You've been looking for me all your life.
Now, I'm looking for you, too.
Jacqueline L. Landry
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