and
your children
were
dead
I
went back to the place
where
I first touched
your
smooth gray shell
while
snorkeling
near
a powerplant
in
Honolulu
the
waves pulled me away
from
the shore
and
I am not a strong swimmer
but
I wasn’t afraid
when
you were in my sight
nearly
as big as me
graceful
with your adept flippers
I
wept then
but
I didn’t know
if
the salt was sea or tears
that
day was tomorrow
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