Into winter vacation
Green lake zen
Comes
Prick on a jet ski
Turning circles
Spraying his scent:
Diesel and sun cream
.
The swallow arcs skyward
To get out the way
But he’s not asking
In Ray Bans and wetsuit
He tears up the place
But the peace will outlast him.
.
Beneath herons in flight
And skies of azure
Comes
Prick on a jet ski
He can hold his head high
In the company of men
When they ask his top speed
.
But he can’t hear bird song
Or the ripple of waves
Feel soft breezes against him
Just the spank on water
Of his fibre glass hull
Like a kid banging plates for attention.