I mire,

Right near center of the pond,

Grasping for something.


Suddenly, a fish bites.
I struggle to hold on,

I lose it by the fins.

The fish vanishes back into abyss.

I return to where I started,

Almost forgetting where I was.

I have to start anew again.

But there is always a new way to see old fins.


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