Little Fishes

The fish, they shimmer,

especially the little ones,

the anchovies, the minnows, the silversides,

in sunny, shallow water.

They do not say to each other,

“You open your mouth too often.”

They do not care who is the quickest.

See how they flow, like fabric in a soft wind.

And they are nothing like fabric.

And the sea is nothing like the wind.

6 thoughts on “Little Fishes

    • Joe, I was clearing out files from my computer and I came across this one and I liked it. It’s from a couple years ago so I don’t remember what was in my head at that time.

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