some-times

some times i sing to sea birds, dying on the shore,
some times i wail with otters, when widows flaunt their joy

but when the hermit crabs begin their clacking reveries
and silverwings their birth ballets, i stop to dance my slow

merengue, stop to slow some salty drops into my hair, tasting
tse-tse dreams as they lay their golden eggs upon my neck,

some times