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Starfish stirred as my paddle touched the sandy bottom. Oysters
clung to the roots of the mangrove. A white ibis stood sentry.
In this shadowy shell, calm enveloped us.

Where blue songs swell across the shallows
And salt deep in the blood crisp,
So the mind warms itself alone
With wave motion, meridians of least resistance.

The hawk, blatant and in-your-face, all hot shot soaring and swooping, angling against an optimum backdrop for accentuating his best features, doing the whole hah, hah, hah, my wingspan is bigger than yours thing,...

If a man gets a dog
in his head–say a stray hound,
a cerebral bitch–should he throw
her a bone? Should he invite her in?

Wasn’t it just their version
of crucifixes in urine, we understood the necessity
for artistic impulse, and, yes, we believed in nature too,
that it should be allowed its freedom,