for Bonnie Flach
We are digitally immortalised now
by chance – erstwhile strangers, flesh, fish and fowl.
My San Diego social media
poetry acquaintance – someone I am
never likely to meet in a city
I am unlikely ever to visit –
has taken and blogged a photo
of a sea hawk and a needle fish.
Against a clear, pale blue Pacific sky
the raptor, its wings splayed in lift,
clutches the fish,