Issue 214, Fall 2015
The dolphin was all undulation,
riding its whims and churning
the ocean, dorsal fin and bottlenose
alternately visible. A pelican followed it,
not interested, as I wasn’t either,
in the splendor of the occasion.
The pelican was soon full
of what could have been a school
of anchovy or mullet, a school where
some could escape the acceptable cruelty
of nature, others put in that halfway house
between maw and digestion.