the fruit has turned again
smile at the thought of them
lolling on a beach
inverted and drunk and certain of
turning right side again
every wave an ally
tomorrow the eggs will hatch and the young will
race to the sea, Darwinically pursued
by rapacious winged predators
half will die the rest will find the sea
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