Through the clear, jade green Gulf a dorsal slices
like the keel of a catamaran. Flukes flap
violently, propelling a snaking spine with the fluid motion
of the needle a seamstress navigates through the silk
of a queen’s gown. A carefree snout leads the way,
rifling through the bubbling green, flawlessly created
both of light to nuzzle the goose pimpled skin of children
and of darkness to pummel to its death the ravenous shark.