Flying fish

I saw a silver fish

dolphin shaped

stream lined

flutter across my late afternoon sky.

Too tiny to be a plane

too high to be a kite

unfashionably obscure to be a blimp.

it marked a merry way across my late afternoon sky.

Smiling a secret smile for a secret happiness

alone in blue sparking waters

with scant substantiation

and no want of steely determination

I watched a fish fly across my late afternoon sky.

Titillating teasing

tumulting treacherously through the clouds

while I treaded water desperate to keep its watch

it turned on its back

waving a fond farewell

and then flewaway

away

from my afternoon sky.