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Octopus
by Linda FullerThe octopus resides in disarray,
her home a rusty pipe, a sheltered site,
her life a grand collage of fight and flight,
her neighbor the unspeaking manta ray.
She moves amorphous in a slow ballet;
her horizontal pupils guzzle light.
Her tentacles uncoil: beware her might;
medusa arms a ferris wheel display.
Peruse your store’s refrigerated aisle:
between hashed brown potatoes and ice cream,
entrenched in plastic, naked, without guile,
the octopus reveals a gourmet’s dream.
Diced neatly, laid in rows, there’s no denial –
delectable…and held in high esteem.
05/25/2010 Posted on 05/25/2010
Copyright © 2024 Linda Fuller
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