a sea lion's travel account

a paw print unfurls on a table 

it is engulfed by warm tea

it spills its movements one at a time

there are no lights that trace its whereabouts

on its end

the marble is scantily clad 

with pea-sized droppings

like maternal seeds

a man has built his nation

so, his nation consumes hefty

there is exchange of greed 

this is verbal and conclusive

the animal has keen eyes on the fingers

we dip them in two bowls too large.