Nature tapped her oven
I'd not been watching
Distracted beyond the shore
Three fingers caught our …
Or was it four?
A mouthful
A wandering
Always more
A look
A sideways glance
The glass
The crook
The pandering
And more
Her light summer dress
The sea wind
And all its tricks
A surreptitious ass
My subterfuge
The casual pour
Of nature's desire
Our lighthouse
On the hill
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