calm is the sea in March,
wild is it in June
combined with honeysuckle
and a major key
the disposition fared well
and escaped its fate as hell

standing solely on the white sand,
watching children with dandelion folks
and unbrushed golden hair
considering whether I craved the solar intellect,
to taste its fury

rain drowned me in April
and May did not dry me out
inside I played a minor key
that I believe played in heaven

-c.j.