Monday, February 22, 2016

The Social Life of Fish and Me


I swim
with mouth agape
and tongue in
contact with the sea.
.
I taste the percentage
of bitters in the
climate of flavors,
the passing taste-smells.
.
I am cautious,
primitive, infantile
still steeped in the passing of
three-dimensional time.
.
I can run
randomly into the absence
and safely away.

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