Sea Foam

As Jasmine channel-surfed the radio,
a man's voice lingered long enough
to say "a sea-foam scented candle"
then excused himself in silence while
she searched for something in a country twang.
I couldn't help but wonder if he mentioned it
in passing, if a fire began inside a tenement
from someone's penchant for the smell of ocean air,
or if he wants to buy one for a gift to give a girl
he hasn't met but saw her, there, just once,
upon his elevator on his way to work,
sweetly elegant inside a sea-foam sweater.
Now she's all he thinks about, how
what he longs for in the night is walking
hand-in-hand with her beside the sea,
with lacy foam that kisses both their feet.




(c) Ellen Gillette, 2014