I breathed deep
the bay breeze
salt and seaweed and
strawberries?
And then
over my shoulder
I see
A three pint pallet
of summer red berries
grasped in the hands
of a girl
with ruby stained fingers
and lips to match
as we fly across the bay
a perfect ferry snack
Can I hove some too?
I almost ask
but the engine thrum
and the wind wave roar
winds to a fever pitch
in my head
so I stand in the corner
and watch her fingers
turn a deeper
shade of red
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