The Leaping Fish

The Leaping Fish

(Trish Jean)

This small bridge is unexpected
Into a different place it asks me
Where dogs bark in the distance
Half moon shines as bright as she can
And stars above net their own bridge
I sit with my feet dangling
Like I imagine Huckleberry doing
And let the wind tousle my hair
The reeded bank murmurs
But across the way the trees sit still
Admiring their reflection in the water
Still
Save for the leaping fish

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