Together by Maxine Kumin

The water closing
over us and the
going down is all.
Gills are given.
We convert in a
town of broken hulls and green doubloons.
O you dead pirates hear us! There is no salvage. All you know is the color
of warm caramel. All is salt.

See how our eyes have migrated to the uphill side?
Now we are new round mouths and no spines, letting the water cover.
It happens over
and over, me in
your body and you
in mine.

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