Tonight's Poet Corner: Canal
Canal
by Belinda Roddie
We used sticks as swords and played
on the edge of the canal, where the salt
started staining our feet, and we dipped
our fingers into the cold ocean's broth
to sate our hot emotions.
One of us found a piece of loose kelp
and wore it as a belt, while another
smeared algae on his chest and said
that he was finally becoming a man. We
all declared ourselves kings and queens
of the sea, waiting for Poseidon
to wag his finger at us in distaste
and point to his trident as a reminder
of his three-pronged position on
his Pacific throne.
by Belinda Roddie
We used sticks as swords and played
on the edge of the canal, where the salt
started staining our feet, and we dipped
our fingers into the cold ocean's broth
to sate our hot emotions.
One of us found a piece of loose kelp
and wore it as a belt, while another
smeared algae on his chest and said
that he was finally becoming a man. We
all declared ourselves kings and queens
of the sea, waiting for Poseidon
to wag his finger at us in distaste
and point to his trident as a reminder
of his three-pronged position on
his Pacific throne.
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