All those brilliant
Splintered fragments of light
Across the bay
Make a scene she can’t get hold of.
Prozac-numbed party girl
Sidles past the death of a close friend
Into a courtroom
To have an opinion
About the abuse of a child.
The juror’s out of it.
From tumbling, tearing seas
The Clipper yachts
Are racing in to find haven and
Her hand-crafted welcome parties.
They are heaving, swelling and falling,
Words and drinks flowing,
Carrying her close to and away from
The lighthouse man
Who dazzled her seas,
Projecting mirror-crazed rays.
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