SCHOOL OF FISH

SILVER SURFING BENEATH MORNING RITUAL

LIKE SPERM OR COSMIC DUST

UNDER WATER IS OUTER SPACE

SATELLITES DRIFT WITH THE CURRENT

OTHERS MOVE AGAINST IT

A CRANE COLLECTS ITSELF ON THE BUOY

REASSESSES THE DAY AHEAD

ITS WINGS ARE FLOPPY AND AWKWARD

THEY CARRY CRANE TO THE HORIZON

KAYAKERS PASS BY

SHUTTLES GLIDING AND ASSURED

ASTRONAUTS OF THIS BAY

PLAYING THE UNKNOWN

ALL ARE SPACE EXPLORERS

SOUNDLESS FROM WHERE I SIT

DOES THAT MAKE ME A STARGAZER?

GLITTER DANCES IN THE DISTANCE

AND ON THE DOCK BESIDE ME

A FISHER CASTS HIS BAIT

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