Babies come like fish

Babies come like fish, you say
some with gulls lapping at the foam,
their peninsula beaks protruding
and others their thin heads curving outward.

They are unhinged from the sea
of woolly womb and their wings
rustle under the heavy breeze.

Babies come like fish, you say
some with stalwart grins
and puffy eyes, like a sea tortoise
waddling in the thick, wet sand.

They are shackled to the shore
beside the linden trees
and the scattered trash
in vociferous expectation.

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