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