Paper patches

 
It tugs me and rips where the wind strips me bare
but I’m up here
and
out there wearing my heart on gold leaf
she sits smoking cigars.
 
I jump through hoops
while she makes steel bars
a cute combination
acute location.
 
On the reef
no such grief
just me and a grouper
he swims in circles
I’m in a stupor
 
not sure where I should be.
laying on the beach
in the Sun or
drowning out at sea
perhaps
the Oracle will tell me.
 
Attitude?
I’m clued in and
thought that was enough.

© 2017, John Smallshaw.