Fish of Gold

I am the golden fish
swimming in and out of the
deep green weeds as they
sway, unknown, unseen

I see the gold sun glimmering
on the water, the light
beams glance softly through
the depths, moving
with the tide

I am mutable as water:
I have moved, I have
changed shape as I was bid -
my scales glow gold-red
as the sunbeams strike me

through the bottle-green fathoms
of the heavy moving water
and the drag of the sea-weeds
grasping me like fingers
pulling me down

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