Two Wet Servings of Fairly Eternal Happiness
Our ocean’s yawn ain’t silent
its lick is chock for eyes to find
echinoderms crawl nether spread
secret creatures of the flapping lapping
blanketed stars
And Lake Erie plays close yet
almost alien to the daily domain
of our digs
It’s only miles away,
this other kind of happy,
scads to attend
~ Lady