summer couplet

I am lashed to the mast of a galley called Time
on a slow summer cruise that got way out of line

#30 (brine and dine)

I asked for salt
you gave me brine

you asked, “How much?”
I said, “That’s fine.”

my mouth was wet
but now it’s dry

now that my eyes
again are mine

I look around
and—oh, surprise—

see other places
I can find

far richer food
on which to dine