Dali's Return
The sea rose and roared like
a mouth to a cave opening eastward.
A wall of snow white lions emerge,
claws and teeth bearing, bent and curled,
coming back time and again.
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Waters subdue. Bubbles of saliva burp,
spill backward
underneath the next coming rage,
breaking in silver beads,
racing to meet the thickening fog, and
~
dark figures that emerge
thrusting shovels into the sand,
to reveal a giant cracked egg,
chunks of shell giving way
to Dali’s return.
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The figures circle and bow,
throw their heads back, and
screech like nesting chicks.
Clouds like giants fists roll in
squeezing drops of breast milk
onto their waiting tongues.
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