Quicksilver
Fishes, lovely fishes,
hardly ever seen
but by their flashes.
Minnows, tiny minnows,
rub their backs
against the air.
Deep fishes glint
the softest flint
against the softest steel.
The prospect of escape
less precious
than ecstasy of flirting
at the edge of sight,
water darts at water target
310 Minnows -- John Young
Fishes, lovely fishes,
hardly ever seen
but by their flashes.
Minnows, tiny minnows,
rub their backs
against the air.
Deep fishes glint
the softest flint
against the softest steel.
The prospect of escape
less precious
than ecstasy of flirting
at the edge of sight,
water darts at water target
310 Minnows -- John Young
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