Ocean

Spent much of my life searching for a chair,

four strong legs, a nice feel, soft and spongy.

Where were you on those sunny rummage days?

I bought one finally, not you of course, you

out building birdhouses and feeding baby lambs

made me feel I was priority low, six foot deep low.

You came to town with fudge in a bucket, young

men smiling, buying chocolate, ocean toffee.

There is no ocean dear, it’s somewhere else,

somewhere warm, breezy, with a taste for salty tears.