for Aspro
She's sounding the shallows, ledges,
the pitched banks,
her tail curling around my leg -
that talkative tentacle -
Stop here.
I do.
She turns in her half circle way
turns into the wash coming up the garden, the waves
mounting at the edge of the lawn,
turns to look at me.
Come with me.
Thank you so much, Myron.
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