Dickinson doodle

Soft Whistle of the boiling—

kettle as Nature demands an audience

The walls of water rise higher with

An escaping shoreline—fleeing fast

There is not time to pack

So soon is the call of Neptune to—

enter the living room and

The Whales will dance and ask for biscuits

While the tea stews—

In salty ocean rooms

Floating duvets look like well dressed ladies—

Who have just come to gossip with starfish

And sip from porcelain—

cups that hold back the mighty ocean

and conch shells will sound the—

Whistle of kettles instead of tides