Sunlight rests her weary rays.
Warm palms on scaly cheek
Her hands don't often reach so far
Into the cloying deep.
Fall air is flowing water
Clear and sharp and fresh.
Her currents feed my drying lungs
I am the autumn fish.
I flit 'twixt oak tree reef
And evergreen coral stalk
Silly solitary clownfish
Sly fool who's not been caught.
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