The Algae’s Always Greener
Did she dream?
Yes
and so often she could not
distinguish her dreams from
reality.
Did she swim?
Many moons she found herself
in an empty river
and there were a few pontoons
and kayaks with waving arms.
What about the algae?
It was green, so green on the
other side of the lake’s inlet.
Where did she live?
In the water with long hair
and dizziness from drinking too much moonshine.
What about the bridges?
She barely cleared them but if it was necessary she made do.
And the colors?
Like I said, the Algae’s Always Greener and the night sweats
a little sweeter when there’s no one to touch the cloudless sky.