Grunion

        by Marc Pollitt

Last night saw a school of swift silver fish
flashing bright scales within a kelp maze.
Turning and darting,
they were tumbling through a swift current--
towards what?

Near aged pilings the fish had gathered;
the waves were cluttered with desperate swimmers,
and the sands trembled with a dance
praising the moonlight.

 

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