Every year, when we're fly-fishing for tarpon off Key West, Guy insists that porpoises are good luck. But it's not so banal as catching more fish or having a fashion model fall out of the sky lightly on your head, or at your feet depending on certain preferences. It's what porpoises do to the ocean. You see a school making love off Boca Grande, the baby with his question mark staring at us a few feet from the boat. Porpoises dance for as long as they live. You can do nothing for them. They alter the universe. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PARIS IN SPRING by SARA TEASDALE MONOLOGUE FROM A MATTRESS by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE UNSUNG HEROES by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE BATTLE-CRY OF FREEDOM by GEORGE FREDERICK ROOT THE HIGHER PANTHEISM IN A NUTSHELL by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE WINTER MEMORIES by HENRY DAVID THOREAU PIONEERS! O PIONEERS! by WALT WHITMAN |