........
revery about intoxicated turtles
the fruit has turned again
alcohol fragrant
smile at the thought of them
lolling on a beach
inverted and drunk and certain of
turning rightside 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
and live.
the fruit has turned again
alcohol fragrant
smile at the thought of them
lolling on a beach
inverted and drunk and certain of
turning rightside again