The Fish
Silver-sleek they appeared
undulating, lithe to and fro
as I stayed afloat unaware until they thrust before me
their finger-length majesty.
Patient for them to accept my outstretched hands
I bathed in carefree salty ripples
a beggar awaiting alms
giving charity to goodness itself.
First two, then four, a dozen
they danced about me, taunting, teasing,
luring me into greater depths.
And so I followed their soft disturbance of the water
until I fell into their trap
and became
human.
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