February 14  2001


the wind falls and the spray over the surge dispels and the sun
rolls among the white cirrus and the swells broaden

all is horizon
no air or sea craft

a moment and a stroke below the cresting
fragments of sky
Bouleten the Flying Fish scrutinizes
breaking light

and swims a slow spiral
and searches for the lucky sun


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