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, whose long, sharp jaw is agape,
blood oozed on its narrow flanks where talons
will now grip forever.