the fish
out of water, only
wants back
in.
it's the only thing
that concerns
him
when held
in hand,
everything about
him
is trying to get out
from under
this air.
the scales,
the wet slippery
skin,
the arrowed shaped,
all pointing
downward to where
the sea awaits,
to where his life
begins
and ends.
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