You know the story of the male penguin
Whose sheepish twaddle cause petrels to laugh?
In mating, without words or notes, sanguine
Must start with a gift, their ritual, their craft.
Whose muddy footprints will barter this trade?
This mate or that, spied from raft or waddle?
So all, to all, with all, selections made.
Who in the vast rookery to coddle?
Then, the key, to set a stone at her feet.
This bird’s and this pebble’s peradventure.
For love? How should such a proposal meet?
In return, will she consent, surrender?
Will pass my treasure round, till it pleases…
Ah, love’s promise in all the world’s beaches.

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