K drowns under the marina while
H reads a magazine –
anchor for a paperweight
on the glass table supporting
margaritas and binoculars
H is shaded and gazing at sunny sky while
K is probed with curiosity by a crab –
passing boaters nod heads or drift in talk,
the lapping splash of seawater
against their frothy hulls
Seagulls cry and horns bellow…
The celebration of Isoproton has begun.
M arrives and takes a seat.