Mangrove, Cave of a Stray Predator-NaPoWriMo-Day 3

Dolphin hidden under the myrtle
turquoise-cranberry hues of
branches, lapping at the edges
of the mangrove’s basking
reflection, their own tans.
Their own concealment, that
culture of black drums, floundering
at the surface, the bubbles coin-seeded
tips under the walking trees, erect zombies
stained in the olive-pressed shine of leaves,
minting, like the chirp of an egret.

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