I saw a silver fish
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.
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
from my afternoon sky.