Nanasimgit / Benjamin Rozonoyer
Nanasimgit,
who had lost his bride,
sat inside the square that was dimly lit.
To his left
it was relatively easy to see
the place where the shellfish sleep.
He took a breath,
and snuggled inside the musselheap.
The killerwhale did not foresee his death.
When he came to the end,
he asked if he could descend
to the foot of the sea —
But the sea did not know its depth.
Tied and untied
at the glimmer of railwaylight,
the starfish clambered up with the tide
to stare at those stars at night.
Nanasigmit: Copyright 2022 by Benjamin Rozonoyer. All rights reserved.
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