Eve feels her accident turned south,
pulled at the rescue to be re-positioned outward—
in many directions, all fourteen thousand of them,
the tortoises left when they went to enter, taken in as
harbingers in nets in pirates, egrets, pelicans
to pull to the sea foam as well as the people leaving
the shore, storms, rains, two of every kind of snake,
wild osprey, albatrosses chased in and out
of the waves, for everything
to fly chastened, vicariously posing, sniping,
leaping in, saying: you are nothing if not in your life
waiting. Where death means quieting.
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