I discovered the notes for this poem in a notebook uncovered while tidying my books (see this post). The poem describes something I saw at the ocean, but with a fanciful ending.
Nereids
by Tess Baumberger
The ocean nymphs are out today,
in disguise.
Dresses held aloft in one hand
as if dancing in a forgotten ballroom
or some rowdy town square,
they wade further
into the lacy froth,
laughing, splashing.
They glance back and then disappear
as their abandoned men
stand slack-jawed at the shore.
Nereids
by Tess Baumberger
The ocean nymphs are out today,
in disguise.
Dresses held aloft in one hand
as if dancing in a forgotten ballroom
or some rowdy town square,
they wade further
into the lacy froth,
laughing, splashing.
They glance back and then disappear
as their abandoned men
stand slack-jawed at the shore.
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