Being

Yesterday in the sky

I saw whales,

Fusiform bodies lined up in parallel,

A crack of sunlight in between,

Looking south,

Their cetacean song

Bouncing in my gut,

Reverberating like the ping of a

Pinball machine,

Until the grass became plankton

Straining through my baleen. 

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