S.Longhorn #56  Aug.25.2013

“Poetry – It is the distillation of articulate animals calling to each other across a great gulf.” Lawrence Ferlinghetti

A Mama with a new baby, she rose
majestically, just off our boat
I was thrilled — what a photo op — but our
Captain — oh Captain, my Captain —
Distressed, felt her proximity accidental,
her echolocation skills shredded, as sonar
tests continued, deep beneath the waves
His face grew even grimmer as he spoke
of listening to the humpbacks singing;
They weren’t taking tourists on tours
to hear them this year; the behemoths
are making sounds eerily close to weeping.


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