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And so it goes
his bones, ossified over years of wear,
now abandon glamour for purpose.
He coats his skin
with the most wonderful shimmer,
for it allows him to escape,
to slither away
while the koi wander aimlessly,
barely glancing at
their brother of the membrane.
they squint,
too close to the sun
to even notice it is there
the catfish climbs
and struggles, shouting with shallow breaths,
HERE I AM! LOOK AT ME!
But the koi stay idle,
Swimming in their circles,
their destiny since birth,
Ignoring the haphazard, darting strokes
of the unfamiliar enamel.
But there is the catfish down under,
Still lurking among the muck.
if he looks up now,
he can see a dark streak
swimming his way
among a sea of stars.
Basking Koi
Luca Gonzalez-Abreu (Digital Photograph)
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