A pastel blue behind a hazy gray; A Noon-time sky not clear, not overcast. A cool, light-stirring breeze meanders past; An idyll of an ordinary day. The softly whispered roar of surf and beach Enfolds, like fog, my elsewise silent street, While I, ensconced upon a cushioned seat, Hear distant mermaids singing, each to each. Their siren-song bestirs me to arise And follow them along the nearby shore. “Come join us now!” they cry, “or nevermore! “Too soon will come an end to mid-day skies!” In haste, I rise and go, ere I grow old . . . I wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.1

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