Sail Me Past Summer

coral verbena


Sail me past summer on coral-spun seas,

Scent me with harvest, on harvest-spun breeze;

Usher me crisp-leaved to autumnal days,

Wrap me in autumn with coral-crisp rays.


Coral, Existentially

Coral is as coral does,

Coral may become what was,

‘Why’ is coral’s new ‘because’,

Come whatever may.

Coral thinks, so she must be,

Coral’s mind authentically

Wanders on a coral sea,

Philosophy at play.