In the winds 

I hear 

The poems 

Lost in time 

 

Do you hear the lost poems of the sea

When you swim at dawn

Anna

I cannot say I do

As poetry when I am swimming

Is the least of my concerns

 

Then what do you think about

When swimming in the sea

 

Staying alive in the cold waters

Is my primary concern

And whether you will

Have a cup of steaming coffee

Waiting for me on the kitchen table

 

Sappho sucks you know

She really sucks

 

 

Outlaw