just to mark our independence
 
this summer is temperate
floating in my river of non-commitment
I am a sea turtle of ambivalence
and the tide is so low
I wallow laughing in the mud
so when a soft sea bird like you
feathers gently by
I am tickled to grinning-ness
challenging the hermit crabs
in a race across the flats


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