Singing of Migration

The whales grew feet and walked into Target. The pod swished their tails, knocking over
papery summer hats, beach umbrellas and discounted Easter candy. They migrated through
juniors’ clothing, trampling polyester dresses and sheer t-shirts.

A lady with a stroller screamed when she saw their silver, shimmering bodies that
seemed to pulse under the fluorescent lights. But me, I never saw anything more beautiful.

Women’s March
Thanh Ha, Vietnam