A View From The Walking Bridge
Floats silently into sight
Up from the dark depth of the river
And into the green shallows.
Snakelike and scaley
This three-foot long fish
Looks out of place in this modern world.
It rests in the warm, sunlit water
Then points its bony beak toward the bank
And glides there
Fixing its linear body
At such a depth and angle
As to appear
Only one more sunken log or branch.