Put a seashell to your ear and hear
the storm that blew and the call from
the mermaid you met when wading
along the shores of Peru.
The tail thing is a myth because I met
her late in the evening in a pink room
perfumed to cover for the odour of
beery men, who live in dread of dentists.
She was glad to see me and I seeing
her, although not at this place, yet she
took an hour off her busy schedule and
we made love without haste.