in a rainstorm on a bluff
she becomes sixteen
she can’t believe how this town’s grown
she complains about the rich folks
boats circle in the distance
it can only mean one thing
she sees a splash, her eyes light up and she’s gone
and i’m goin’ after her
chasing to the lighthouse like kids
whale watchers
she talks dorsal fin notches
and ponders over pods
the way she turns from a woman to a girl
i never want it to stop
i say i wish they’d come in closer
they’re hard to see this far away
she gazes below to the waves and she’s gone
and i’m goin’ after her
tracin’ ‘cross lime kiln, she and i
whale watchers
if i ever get rich
i’m gonna build her a glass house by the water
and every time the whales go by
she’ll light up and so will i
she’ll be gone
and i’m goin’ after her
fingers crossed we see a breach
whale watchers
she and i and she and i
a couple of whale watchers
in a rainstorm on a bluff
she becomes sixteen