Aquaphile Chronicles



When I was little I spent my days wishing on star fish
Wanting to be a siren of the sea,
Figured mermaid was the life for me.


I assumed all sailormen’s tales to be my history


Skeptical I derived from a family lineage of oak seed
Convinced I arrived from frothy foliage of sea weed


Or perhaps drift wood… if I only could


Finally got old enough to give that dream up
But young enough to call my bluff


Bound in irony confined to a life of two loose feet


Figured I might as well put them to good use

R.C. Serra



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