I plunge into
frigid icy water
salty
bright with captured sun.
seaweed curls lasciviously
around my ankles as I wade
in the shallows.
I grasp a
handful of pirate treasure
culled from the bottom of the sea.
the sand onshore
is hot
and holds buried burning stones
lazy petrified driftwood logs
expired sea kelp.
The Pirate King and I
are dancing
between the water and the waves.
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