In meadows of the caresses of seagrass,
I rest, and thoughts may sway as green ribbons,
washed in the momentum of the motions
of brine. Here are ships of notions
that dock and then depart
with new cargoes of nothing.
And fronded fantasies of sea dragons
who blend the brightness of their souls
into the darkness of kelp forests,
whose dreams drift to pink plumes
of unwitting shrimp. Memories emerge;
some blue devils, others - blizzards
of the minutiae of zooplankton,
all caught in their own flow and shift.
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