Mamma of all Mammals

by Oiseau

small fishes skim
across her skin;
in pores, potholes,
wee crusties cling;
here's surfgrass grows
in velvet nodes;
rich ribbons float
about her throat;
the sea spores in, drifts seals,
respins, flips foam and fin;
fresh manna's wet with
salt of her creation

 

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