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.
03/25/09 - (1)
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