The East River Seahorse is 18 feet long
And black as a chess piece
A knight – like a wyvern
When raising its head
From the glittering water my daughter
Her finger shot off
From the pier here mere
Meters from its palm-sized plates
Its plates, its exoskeleton,
She pointed it out
As a fisherman, hacking a fish face for bait,
Said: yeah, that’s Diotima.
The ornithomancer, he watches the birds,
Came up with that name. For some reason
It stuck – who knows, perhaps
But we don’t see him here anymore
There just aren’t that many birds about
An absence that can be used just as well
To divine the future
Elliot Sperber | Radio Free (2020-02-05T06:05:44+00:00) In the Gloaming. Retrieved from https://www.radiofree.org/2020/02/05/in-the-gloaming/
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