the dwarf's vision of a setting sun

in the aftermath of a comfortable madness,

one can flip the striped hammock into a swirl

that equals the strident carp in the orange pool.

a candied leap from the aqua wash of pitted dreams

is refreshing in the humid curl of wilting leaves-

sweet scales can measure and cover the splashing

in a way that offers a coy disguise of hidden gills.

the wave of fin that says hello 

is magic in its greeting.