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Liquid and Fish

                              

 

A fish skimming the lip of a brackish stream,

Its back more blackish-green than silver,

Swimming neither below nor at the surface,

So much as hovering, quivering in a half-visible shimmer,

As if liquid and fish were inextricable —

A magician's astonishing trick

(Now you see it, now you don't)

Releasing a genie, from the stream's bottled elixir...

Freedom itself, breaching gracefully, ephemerally,

Before disappearing back into the rippling halo

Closing, fast, over its glistening skin, swishing fins.

 

 

 

 

 

                                

 

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