finely finned friends

visit my dear old friends
at the shark pool
didn’t stick my toe in
just went for a fly by

yet even a close glimpse
rubbing shoulders and fins
i feel the vortex pull me in
steadfast i push off the past

but oh my dear old friends
such familiar trappings
upon my mind a rapping
pleading me to make amends

no my dear old friends
you finely finned
amidst rumbling din
again my heart you shall not win

off the yellow car
takes me from you far
i cinch the clamp upon my head
pick up my well-worn magic wand

into the air i cast my spells
into dense-schooled waters
in which these sharks
shall never swim

About Brad Werner

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