Dolphin Weatherlisten

A kelp of stones, the crack of ocean’s kill
In sun and severed oxygen install
A quorum in the splinter of a gill.

The labor of a morning torn and shrill
By crab and crab gull at the water’s wall--
The kelp of stones, the crack of ocean’s kill

Along the rolling pile of salt and krill--
Describe a howling tear, a wind to call
A quorum in the splinter of a gill.

At crest, the monarch lifts its sail to till
The shadows in its leaden rays, to trawl
The kelp and stone. The crack of ocean’s kill

Redounds to dolphin weather in the thrill
Offshore, the bounding in the tidal haul,
A quorum in the splinter of a gill.

A crystalline assemblage, codicil
To codes unfolding, hollowed in the maul
Of kelp and stone, where cracking oceans kill
A quorum in the splinter of a gill.

by Rick Mullin

Photo by Dan Ruhrmanty Copyright 2008


Rick Mullin is a journalist and painter whose poetry has appeared in several print and online journals including Measure, Unsplendid, Envoi and Shit Creek Review, which nominated his poem "Shrine to Satan" for a Pushcart Prize in 2007. His chapbook, Aquinas Flinched, is available from Modern Metrics. He lives in northern New Jersey.

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