Marah

the struggles of depravation
in the brackish brine
of sweaty marsh
with grit and sand
blasted in storm’s march
green venom fire
and sting so harsh
felt against her skin
as if peeled apart

the depravation of struggle
in orchid gems and
beauty songbirds
umbrella drinks
and idle words
poolside deck of
another world
fed by laptop trades
and Swiss bank orders

Poetry Scales 203