By | 1 May 2019

The blank surface wakes to a slow roil of lips and flanks
as the carp rise from suspension.

From bridge-height it’s a blistering that suddenly stretches whale-wide
and moves with one brain, many mouthed.

I have seen koi meander skewbald in dimpled pools
in light French rain,
and purse coyly at a scatter of crumbs on the algal meadow
of an Indian step well.

Now I am taught that they are unbeautiful,
feral and mud-breathed.

Yet as the warmth hits, they are lit, ecstatic, metallic,
squirming for purchase in a silt-yellow column of light.

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