Del Mar
Jonathan they called you
Soaring so high
Now you're pecking for the crab
I'll command you to fly
As I swoosh you away
The crab you'll nab
Another day
Curious those Yanks of city streets
Thinking they know of Crackers beat and sand retreats
Here friend and foe, stand in bitter salt fury
While Cirrus reigns above in blue glory
And red still bleeds from Crackers bout
Through declared declamations of a partisans' rout
As Crackers proclaim who'll be the judge
Yanks clasp concerns, but show no grudge
Sand and salt water
Mix as you tumble
Skin scrapes as you swirl
Hold your breath through the rumble
Scared, panic
Waters twist and turn
Suddenly set you free
Your first gasp of air
As you emerge from the sea
7,8,9, Stanza
© Copyright 10/2016
Artemis J Jones
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