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Poems by Taneum Mariah Bambrick

 

Deep Oceans

Cruising to the surface waters
feeding grounds blanketed 
by global shadows
of passing clouds

whirlpools, water spouts
and all must be wary
such events
do not last long
and the giant slinks away

Manta rays 
always searching 
with little effort

Do those sucker fish
ever annoy you?
Like pilots, and gliding along
their home is an 
ever-moving thing,
a larger size
of their kind

Where is
the weakened fish