alfie lee writing



i see a fish clearly
described in its pond, articulate
scales in the late morning

sun, trailing its fins in such sharp
transparency, light is shot through
quivers of rainbows arcing to a mid-

verse stop.                                     start

as i slip in closer still, caught
my glancing, dart that was, so reel
in this mind in

an inkling from vision
to nought, as a cloud of empty mirrors
the surface of thought.


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