Such clever fish.
Hunched in each belly
or curled in each tail,
someone must steer
the wise head.
Such clever fish.
Don’t think I’d gain strength if I ate one,
but here it comes, chopped in a tureen
or whole on the platter.
Such clever fish.
I sit by the water sometimes,
alone, envious. How they slip
without effort to the depths.
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