gulls i wait for your dividends
as tides bring home the bounty.
But you've brought me no shells
nor a glimpse of that peekaboo
heaven; your rollover blues just
loop me with seaweed and the
strange stench of the afterbirth,
with concoctions of flipped over
Heinekens off the party boat.
But I will breath deep from your
offer of seagreens and wave
acrobats, all countering clockwise
with your seas laying down again
till morning tides bring back your
banquet to me.
When not writing poetry, Emalisa Rose enjoys crafting in macrame and doll making. She volunteers in animal rescue. Living by the beach, provides much of the inspiration for her art.
