an anchor
kelp with warm
sweet brown mud eyes
looped along
the anchor
the anchor
given eyes
moved
it tugged hard and short
a horse to its cart
jerked its two prongs along like
curved shovels
until the chain broke
drew its long and elegant
face away from the the water,
the shining chain,
drew above the high tide line
leaving a switchback pattern
like a salamander abandoning its tail
so heavy and iron
and with so many eyes
the anchor rested
wondered what
it is about humans
the rushing in
to capture stranded fish
in the drawback of a tidal wave
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