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Octopus

by Linda Fuller

The 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

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Max Bouillet on 05/28/10 at 01:43 AM

Eight legs in unison dancing towards my sushi plate. Curious read with unique imagery that keeps the reader engaged.

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