Estuary
Of every sort, in which the estuary grew:
slipknot ridges with pallets of blue
hundreds of bridges, of which no one knew
pilchards prance to cesspool sprue—
a universe, a planet, a river unrest,
a tale of scales and mystique
Of pariahs, both odd and unique
Of every sort, in which the estuary grew:
ebb and flow met brine and inlet
ether and flower met isle and net
Mudflat became marsh and
unprincipled, an undertow
Of every sort, in which the estuary grew:
the rivers and oceans began life anew
Crawdads, abalone, and barracuda too
A great migration—
such a sudden ablation
Children became mermaids,
mermaids become men
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Loving the classic rhythm