Sea-Trout and Butterfish
The contours and the shine
hold the eye-caught and lying
orange-finned and the two
half its size, pout-mouthed
beside it on the white dish-
Silver scales, the weight
quick tails
whipping the streams aside-
The eye comes down eagerly
unravelled of the sea
separates this from that
andthe fine fins' sharp spines
Structure
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