Every day the turtle returned
to have her portrait painted
Seaweed and jelly
Warm rocks of the shore, fish
flopping in and out of the water
at intervals in order to breathe
The turtle’s thoughtful gaze wasn't hard
to maintain. She felt genuinely amazed
that some day the spawn of the man
with the stick tipped in colorful oils
would pace in front of her image
and the fish’s and others’ and argue
over whether such creatures had ever really existed:
men with wings, horses with horns,
bluebirds, and little aquatic dragons
wearing armor on their front and back
which had done so little to protect them
when the deluge came
little aquatic dragons! love the perspective switch and the omniscient turtle and the imminent deluge!
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