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Rosalinda Snuggs
Rosalinda Snuggs • 2 years ago

Sea-horse courtship: A Poem-- Did you swim side-by-side holding tails/ Before wheeling around in a frenzy of pre-dawn waltz—/ And do the milky white passages of the Hippocampus/ (For which you are richly named)/ Hold the blessings of Paschal eggs traded in unison?/ Poem written on the third day of Passover 2012 (Easter Sunday), following a walk on the beach upon which I came upon a tiny sea-horse covered in salt, expired, thrown from the waves onto the sand.

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