Above the stink of green

by Anna Thomas

Looped to the concrete bank
With the rag doll hair
Ritualistically yawning
Flopped and smoking
on the bow of his Betty-Anne
An avocado hippopotamus
Ripples slightly, below them

He thud-pats the bow of his Betty-Anne
As they sit and puff greened smoke together
Rocking, they reminisce over how
They got mooring hitched last summer