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The San Simeon Zebras by C.J. Sage

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Sunday, March 28, 2010

QuoteSea Canaries by Sage, C.J.Quote


The small white whales in packs of pods
 
keep their pacts with us, the fated beasts.
 
They wail their songs and the water wavers,
 
and we who signed them waive our rights
 
to have them.  Here is where they belong,
 
all right, and here is where I leave them:
 

their pale, bountiful bodies to the sea.
 
I see a pail of fish and I would rather
 
feed on palm wood than palm one up
 
to shed it to those seabirds.  To bate the brink
 
of bygone beauty, I bring no bait.  A thatch shed
 
on the shore would keep me closer.  O idol
 
of the gulls and wingèd seagirls and idle guitar
 
players, paddle deep and far off from my kind
 
who peddle our wares like love-me-kindly petals.



Copyright © CJ Sage 2010


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