Clownfish
It is no joke
to startle forth
from the swirling mitt
where tide and poison
meet. Egg, fruit,
thumb the painter used
to pupil distances,
it resides in innocence,
free to gem and pace
the undulance,
free in the basket
forbidding.
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March 18, 2013 Verse Daily
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