stranded on a
dessert isle
in sea of caramel topping ,
I swam across
that sticky sauce
snacking without stopping,
the shore I reached
was Sugar beach
a shining bit o’ grit,
which crystaled sweet
stuck to feet
to belly and to hip.
and so I left
before my heft
rendered me a whale,
in search of flavor
that I could savor
and jerry-rig a sail.
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