Craig Sipe Poet Free verse

Epithalamion for the Ark Lovers

There was once a dashing lad 
from the mid-coast of Maine

who courted a comely duchess
from the Westerly. Now, Maine is

two lands off from the Westerly 
which is a province under 

its own sovereign rule, on an Island 
named Rhode, but they rescued

what desperately needed to be loved 
in the other’s marrow, each 

of their own souls being so rare 
and wanting over a great big sea.

The lad, a sailor by making, 
and she, a re-claimer of lost species,
 
returned to their clutch after his 
bucket-driven crossing from Spain, 

--just like in flat world days--

until both were discovered, 
and their home now together 

has become the un-floating Ark 
of the critters---those stripes

of the in-danger and wanting
--of shells, scales, and fur--

all-a -woof and mewing,
plodding and crawling,

scratching in their own
--singular-- 
language at the door, 

all in need 
of a roof.

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