The Galtard Feed
by Smokey Farris
The Galtard feed, holy upper ionosphere.
Fragrant weeds and flowers line the seashore.
Fish and seahorse alike try to nab them.
With dreams and means of catching.
They wave and wilt, worry high and secretive.
Staring into hypnotic secrecy and fathoms
Of deep fives, and day of days torture.