My son looks about heads in
a late night restaurant, sighs, knowing
he has to do it for us all again;
puts on a 3 cornered hat,
comes to his feet, extends both arms
and shouts in his loudest voice
‘Aaaaaaaargh! I be Jack Sparrow!’
so a wave of laughter rolls on breath,
like wind on the sea, on the sea,
like wind on the languid sea.
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