Seal swept I come closer. to be among crescents
want to be comma to be paisley planted against to be
of the pattern but
obey the Stay Back signs As tides slick
those bodies I want to be among
the young A mother never stops arcing
her body half-pond they come to
A cow bellows black gush the pup
clamps her heft no shake-off no peel-back
Whiskered snout barnacled to rock sides designed with scars
she has spent centuries swelling
her thick hips
An orphan tries to latch Mother after mother
slaps her off
I am left
with green wind
and the seals moaning