I’m seventy two inches,

Armed with legs

Muscling in constant costume,

White skin tight,

Dotted with blue eye sight,

185 pounds on the ground,

Earth rotated around

A sea side docked town

Lamp lights sea gull flock down

On salt water river wind parted by steeples

Tea steeped I stoop gathered in groups

Feeling cold

I wonder if my soul was sold

When clouds cloud the sun in my center

Only darkness may sometimes enter

Retreating, rushing from decadent heat

Comfort, light, care,

I delight in breathing the salt sprayed air.