Waterlover
Through murky waters
a manatee sees me;
brave he is,
but knows not
my kind
or does,
has shouldered mine,
the reckless,
careless.
I look down at wet feet
planning escape from
eyes that yank
shame from me.
I am the species
juggernaut
and he, a refugee,
gliding back and forth
alongside a slippery dock,
his back a revelation of
crisscrossed shapes
he needs me to see.
And when I whisper
'Will you be here tomorrow'
he answers, 'you tell me.'
Copyright © Melissa Schwartz | Year Posted 2005
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