Rilloo

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Crayon Rainbows

Japanese Seashells

The ocean had been busy

all morning.

Waves rolled in wearing

white party wigs.

Foam tumbled like sheep

falling out of a cupboard.

A seabird floated past

holding up its pants.

Then a river zigzagged

between the bobbing waves.

Nobody knew who had

put it there.

A tiny boat floated on it

carrying one oar

and a houseplant.

It was approximately

the size of a cucumber.

Inside sat Rilloo,

holding a blue umbrella.

"Where are you going?"

"Down the river."

"That's the ocean."

Rilloo looked down.

The river kept zigzagging

within the sea waves.

It seemed fairly convincing.

A crab had set up a chair

on the riverbank.

The ocean hugged either bank

like two elephants sharing

a curly straw.

The crab didn't seem

concerned.

"Waterfront property."

Two fish approached

the river wearing cleats.

"Soccer game?"

"Across the river."

They looked left.

They looked right.

Then crossed the river

in about six seconds.

A rainbow crashed above the

river like seven crayons

escaping a backpack.

Then landed back in the

ocean on the other side.

The little boat continued

zigzagging like it had

somewhere to be.

A seashell floated by on a lotus

pad, practicing its Japanese.

Another wave rolled through.

Rilloo unfolded a map.

There was a river

through a cabbage.

One through a pirate's

hat full of gold.

And apparently three

inside Tuesday.

Rilloo folded the map.

Ahead, the river curved

through the crashing waves.

The ocean was going

everywhere.

The river was going

somewhere.

The little boat followed.

The moon smiled upside down.

The earth whispered, "Wheee."

And there are popsicles on

Thursdays.

Big water

Zigzag on

— Spunky Mind

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