a golden shovel after Basho
In the animal kingdom of tigers and eagles, within
that menagerie, is the singular octopus, a
creature some say was planted here, potted
on Earth by aliens. Does it study our world, trap
and examine in a mini-laboratory deep in the
home it has embellished? The octopus’s
intelligence, striking; its lifespan, fleeting.
Our loss, too. Perhaps they dream
of return to their home on a clear summer
night, their water-filled spaceship shooting past our moon.
