Ah! Shoreline
Clownfish, just a wiggle in water...
The plankton is its stamina.
What is the point?
I see the seacumbers hardly alive
And black bacteria wishing to evolve...
The lens of the tank makes me their Escher..
But what of that is understood here?
They are flooded with light that they do not even need:
It is for us to entertain.
Men, sitting in the seashore,
Wonder worried if the theories of evolulution
Will bear viable fruit;
And suspect that their wives are being unfaithful.
poem by Stan Petrovich
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