Dark where the dark is deepest, stone-still,
the plecostomus keeps to the dark
even so. Grazing the green-algaed rocks
at night, feeding, he swims past catfish -
indolent, swayed by the rhythm of cool springs.
He raises his antique fin in warning.
Look at me, shadow. Old bone back. Do
you know that place where the slowing flow
settles? Do you know river crevices
along the reed breaks? Among the dead leaves
now, he turns, a faint spark of black,
then dimmed to brown. That chasm within
the eye, is it a challenge, an accusation?
The plecostomus tastes the shapes of stones.
* The Plecostomus is an algae-eating bony catfish originally from South America.
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