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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 © | Year Posted 2005




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