The porpoise of poetry
swims in a pod of poems
and poets. These are not
deconstructible oceans,
they are always salinated
to the point of fishy
salivation for these
verse dolphins. Never
has a mammal been so
certain of its place in
the cosmos, its coordinated
species of active concentration,
its movable beast deep within
its collective breast. Possession
leads back to the law of the sea,
the breeze's unalterable belt loop
where a few good leaps lead
the observers to determine
that there must be a defect
in the fabric of gravity.
Roman Ryan 