he put his hands in his pocket
felt a spine and a curl
pulled out an ancient amulet
the crook of a tail wrapped
around his finger; hinting,
he looked down at his feet,
saw dirt, not sand, dry not wet
no need for a seamount
so far away from home.
he put the seahorse in a bottle
of seawater, promising
one day, they will both go home.
feb 2007
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