Ode to Sea Sprite On The EstuaryA Poem by Rochelle Tyler
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From a hotel rental off a small patio, I watch
the half-turn of day float the Pacific like a buoy set ablaze. She fights the waters like a fisherman's boat to stay afloat before the weight of evening, too heavy on her head, drowns her round belly. Alas, the night collapses and strews his bulbs in her sky, shine like a billion sperm in the Milky-Way. A brilliant cycle, much like how the moon pulls the tide and penetrates the shore, sinks her below waves, coral reef, and sea floor before she splits through Earth's core, pushing her infant head against the cervix moon. She crowns the canals of Stockholm, Panama, Amsterdam, Venice, and is born an Eastern morning. © 2010 Rochelle TylerReviews
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