A Poem about an Octopus I channeled in Key West

I changed to meet an octopus
Upon the gleaming same
Sea wrack and storm wreckage
A bosom from which it sprang

We walked, we talked, we danced
Mesmerized in each other's eyes
One intending to bend
The other to rise

Between us now
There may exist, somehow
An exhuberance of vitality
Just so, just as, a melody
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(The above is based on actual events)​

 

Chanced to meet...

 

Upon the gleaming sand