When I was young,
my two arms like a pitcher—
two roots grown hydroponically.
I hid them good in big sleeves.
I pinned rubber boots
to the doll feet on the screen.
Most whales sing to others,
but one is too low.
It is its own submarine.
We watched it from the blue moss
on the rocks by the beach.
In Spain, three boys found a greenhouse
in the big blue belly of a whale.
Like the world,
the whale is enormous.
It is slow.
The blue whale sings for hours—
multi colored lights on a string.
my grandmother and I
in the bushes beside the spring.
a big sow
towards the sea.
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