ponce de leon

driftwood breezes takes him out to sea
to see the sky as blue and white as clouds, humbled amid humid
dense soaked to the skin sand
sticks shells seaweed kelp
winds bring waters forcefully-
raw unlawful tides-
press forward waves shattered on the shore
flooding foam foolishly found
from thickest fathoms waves rolling
in a sullen lull like a drunk with his gin to rise
and fall in swells that fell in quells
where vessels vexed head west to seek
fortune on their voyage to the sun
for a fountain of youth to find
a treasure in a truth wishes won.

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