There are two kinds of horses in the sea.
One is a little armor-plated fish
that clings to weeds with its curling tail
and looks at you with wise equine eyes.
The other lives only under surf.
Water-colored, clear as glass
you cannot see the great-muscled limbs
that thresh the waves and churn the water to curdled foam.
But in the surf, you may hear the thunder of their hooves.
But in the wind, you may hear their trumpet neighing
and see their manes flying from the broken crests.
And this is no stranger than that fish should be horses.
Monday, February 20, 2006
Seahorses
Labels:
free verse,
poetry
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