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Celibate Seals



Beneath the Arctic circle where green ice mimics the sky

The water vibrates my soul to song as a beluga whale drifts by  

I sail down tunnels of light and ice through seaweed slippery fingers          

And find a thought about the cold for which no memory lingers  

Bubbles slide across my skin, and popping applaud a graceful arc        

As I cut back and spiral down to avoid a hungry shark    

I'm joined by others who understand the silence of the ice    

For all our females are frigid