The lovers two spiraled about each other

wobbling swiftly and spinning

two blue stars painted upon a old wooden top

flecked with red and white

oak worn smooth by the

hands of children on the floor

and in the sunlight

flowers in a jar

set in the open window

facing the ocean

linen and sand and

grass and salt and

bottleglass

they both loved the ocean

and in doing so, they

never argued the rest of their

tidal seaside days