Where is your warrent?

Beneath the Delaware,
there is a fish. 

Holding the sun out,
the fish sees the glisten
of beams and blurs of
dazzling light,

and aquamarine that turns gold
in sunlight,
of violet in moonlight,
and the strange off-tint of
reds that flash in scales. 



The bow of the water,
and the light of the glassy eyes. 
This fish is old.



~Hammeh