Strange fish from imagination’s freshwater:
Tiny à la fireflies, large grey
porous as pimpstone,
some violet with a prayer on their lips,
One brown and quivering like calf’s liver, another
Pink and transparent, its own x-ray photograph –
Yes, it’s exciting to drag for them
Completely alone in the forbidden forest,
Where one can calmly glide in one’s boat
And make friends with dragonflies
and opulent blond clouds –
See how they squirm in the net, the strange creatures!
Inedible – but I haven’t the heart to throw them out.
I’ve an old aquarium at home,
Model 1804 or thereabouts…