The Lungfish Love Song

And by the time I got my sexual act
together, I was twenty-five, past college,
but still of far too high a mind. I fancied myself
a lungfish, rising from the river
a million years too late. The pairs are made
and the niches filled. There are great blue herons
already. There are golden foxes
that come to the water's edge. And then
I met you, and remembered --
there must have been two -- mustn't there? --
two lungfishes. As a comedy
will end in kisses.

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Happy anniversary to my other lungfish.