word travels fast when orcas are rumored to be in
the fjord. i knew exactly what was up when i saw
what
counts as a crowd in these parts, binocs and
long lenses all focused in one direction. with glare
and chop, you couldn't see much, but the idea alone
and far off spouts was enough to galvanize
attention.
we stood transfixed, thrilled by every glimpse of
fin.
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they, however, don't exhibit a reciprocal
interest.
perhaps they're embarrassed by all the attention.
or maybe just too polite to point and stare. they
have their own grapevine, where voices carry far
underwater and a league is whispering
distance,
"seeing" in the dark by echolocation, converting
sound into sight, visions in their ample minds.
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