Duane Locke


I pick up coral, stare
Into the dark openings.
Each dark opening has a word to create.
The dark purple threads that fall from the dome of the jelly fish
That have touched coral give me a word.
The golden light from the sea worm
Coming out of a coil to touch the coral gives another word.
The dark rainbows inside the shell of the mussel that clings to coral
Gives another word.
The purple cloud inside the sea hare, forest on side of sea slug,
Transparency of baby octopus give more words.



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