Sunfish

I slip out of
the vest of my skin

into this five gallon bucket
letting my mind’s eye

meet his round eye
dark with fear

And I know him
in the quiet arc

of our selves crossing
in the depths

of that small sea
Later

when the sun sits low
in the sky

I will release him
As he dips beneath

the lake’s horizon
I’ll catch a glint

of my reflection bright
in his black pupil

before he gives a quick wave
of his tail

and sinks below

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