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Fishing Seahorse Reef | by romanlily
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Fishing Seahorse Reef

Our lures trail

in the prop-wash,

skipping to mimic

live bait. Minutes ago

I watched you

cut up the dead shrimp

that smell like sex.

Now we stand, long

filmy shapes jigsawed

by the waves, and wait

for the rods to arc

heavy with kingfish.

We bring the limit

of eight on board,

their teeth gnashing

against the lures.

And I think how tender

all animal urgency is—

these fish thrashing

to throw the hook,

or a man flinging himself

into the future

each time he enters

a woman. This

is what I picture

all afternoon: you

inside me, your body a stem

bent under the weight

of its flowering,

as beautiful as that;

how carefully

you would lower yourself,

like something winged,

a separate order

of fallen thing

from these angels with fins

who know only once

the difference

between water and air.


Enid Shomer

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Taken on July 28, 2005