Thursday, May 17, 2018

Jack Scott writes


Fishes, lovely fishes, 

hardly ever seen
but by their flashes.

Minnows, tiny minnows, 

rub their backs 
against the air.

Deep fishes glint 

the softest flint
against the softest steel.

The prospect of escape           

less precious 
than ecstasy of flirting 
at the edge of sight,            
water darts at water target
Image result for minnows paintings
310 Minnows -- John Young

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