Nimble Child

My baby blue ship,

Hoists tissue paper sails,

Navigates distant shores;

Across seas unfathomable.

Reliant on the murmurs,

Of untrustworthy mermaids,

And screams from night animals;

Splashing under this sailing ship.

I dock on the furthest pier,

That smells most of,

The blood of fighting men;

And the sweat of winning coin.

I step from the bow,

Avoiding their change,

Use mine for blue ribbons;

Pink hair clips.

One sailor removes,

His paper hat,

I read his mind;

Special report!

Fold the reality,

Under my arm,

Let your hair down;

No refund, nimble child.