*

fly buzzes in sky
whipping back and forth above
dancing on the line

**

big ol’ fat salmon
leaping high and breathing hard
in familiar streams

***

heron hunts minnows
in the tall salt marsh grasses
sunset paints him pink

****

the well-schooled tuna
tack across the swift current
ships in battle line

\

delicate hot pink
wrapped in pearlescent whiteness
and thin strip of green

\*

silence at table:
“I think you have two sevens”
No? I’ll draw a card.

\**

nets nearly bursting
on the wrong side of the boat
and man on the shore.

\***

South Street Seaport blues:
the fish market’s been replaced
by these retail traps

\****

invisible line
wobbles toward infinity
above the water

\\

ancient red-cap carp
swimming in the palace pond
dreaming he’s Basho.

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