Restraint is not
the way to describe
the look you gave me
when a gray rubbery head
ascended, looked at you,
and then disappeared
under the boat,
or was it under
the mangroves,
or did it head out
to sea so the
waves camouflaged
its departure,
or did it press
its snout under
your chin and
fall fast asleep?
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