I used the disposal to swirl the odd
Bits of lettuce and onion down
The drain, Angus beef patties
Sizzled in the pan. Upstairs
I’d arranged chairs so we
Could watch a movie.
I’d left her once leaning
Against the bulkhead swinging
Her leg, reading, eating a sandwich
In more of a swell than
I had intended. I dived.
The ocean bottom was
A gentle place except for me
And my spear that day
Pinioning a nice calico
Bass and an opal-eye perch.
I hurried back up fearing
She’d be sick in the swell.
She smiled as I climbed
Up over the side – everything
New to her – as her joy was to me.
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