May 20, 2009
Perfect Repose
Turning so effortlessly you wouldn’t call it that, what they do, sliding easily over, a kind of effortless oscillation, on their sides, most of them, floating together in their troop, perhaps twenty-five of them just off the pier, though you couldn’t count them, the sea-lions: they curve around one another, two break away, one joins, the group drifts with the tide. Whose flipper or tail raised to the sun, READ MORE >>
