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...THE YELLOW VIOLET by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT TO THE LAPLAND LONGSPUR by JOHN BURROUGHS ON THE DEATH OF MRS. MARTINEAU by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD CHORUS OF A SONG THAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN WRITTEN BY ALBERT CHEVALIER by HENRY MAXIMILIAN BEERBOHM ECCLESIASTES: THE LIGHT IS SWEET by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |