Stingrays Poem by Hans Ostrom
Stingrays
Small stingrays propel floating
as if they were broad flesh-leaves
rising from secret forests on the sea
floor. How can their skin be so softly
liquid to the touch? How can the edges
of their bodies undulate and curl so subtly?
The rays move like intuitive insight
through the mind of the water. They
are a marvelous surmise.
hans ostrom 2017
Wednesday, August 2, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: ocean,sea
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