A sparrow close-range, a dedicated follower, packing a double large elegy of values, love trouble, last blinded by the sea tonight, this evening of the seals. Two old seals suddenly lifted in a wave, the same rise in each. Humming back, large as the beach staring back at midnight. When it goes, it’s for gladness reasons. Often it’s no one you know, the seals go mourning their orchard rounds.