Rebecca Foust


 for my daughter

deep in the cove     moves the curve
of a dolphin

her calf by her side    somewhere
in time you and I

moved like that     what matter that
you     my son    then

now      my daughter    on the beach
only the bony beak

& a few steps away the frail high
basket of rib-cage

that could belong to a human boy or girl
but for the fluke