She has become fluid, like an ocean
at dawn seeping into jetty walls.
He hair is a nest of starfish, tangled in a net
of blond, floating across mint julep waves.
Gulls dance when she sings and the tide
hums along. Angel fish follow her wake.
She steals sand dollars and cockles for an alter
beneath palm trees, waiting for the breath
of twilight—when her lover's whisper
turns her skirt into a cotton sail.
Karen Kelsay has been nominated three times for the Pushcart Prize, and is the author of five chapbooks. She has been published in numerous journals and magazines over the past few years, and is the editor of Victorian Violet Press.