The Innisfree Poetry Journal

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by Joey Goodall

Kooky, but Serene

She picked a postcard
of a man standing on a ladder
on a sandy, black and white beach,
conducting the Atlantic with his hands,
holding a concert for onlookers in lawn chairs, 
defying physics, playing Poseidon.
She said she wanted a life like that,
kooky, but serene:
like cyclopses waltzing to sirens' songs,
or a cuckoo clock floating on the ocean
chiming away in a Halcyon daze.