Galapagos Shearwater

by Sally Bliumis-Dunn

The turquoise of the water
lifts and clings to their white feathers,
 
the sea becomes paler
having lost something of itself
as the birds score the surface
with the narrow tunnels of their beaks
 
and lift the silver-dangling fish,
tricked by the reflected
turquoise of the feathers.
 
What we are watching is not
just beauty as we thought,
but betrayal, a kind we know,
and we are captivated by it.
 
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