Dolphy of the Coasts

Just when we thought the greensward full

Lasty was called to the coast

that fled downsea in ships

to train green Dolphy for coming

dives, hunts, jumps.

That big heart fellow

had a need of a man,

to hone the dolphin bill,

bounce ball, whistle, tweet.

Back and forth he goes,

a beauty to behold.

Lasty last conversed the dolls,

who said mama, mama end to end,

when boy doll Nick, who also said drink,

in the midst of three grown athletes

contained his jumps to sofa, table, chair,

lept floors then hid in momma's arms,

cried "mama" when it came time for shots,

or when zookeepers put back on its clothes

like chicken feathers or the possible cow.

Lasty's dolphins were black and blue

they worked so hard to get a point.

Would the marine layer clear?

In the pattern of the dust

when lion and dolphin lay to rest

where before they leapt,

tucked fins far out at sea,

the further out

the further in they crept,

a string wound tight in day

with ceramic red foxes,

walls and floors that decorate,

inset with jewels, lit with light

available for a song when you lie down.