risen only yesterday
come their bodies,
a muscled leaping
and heaving,
flashing crimson
over mossy rocks.
Erratic exertion
is balanced
by moments of pause
respite
respite
repose
mirroring the movement
by which
we reach for eternity,
sometimes graceful,
but more often
in zealous ejaculations of fury
or delight.
We gawk as tails thrash wildly
in contortions of acrobats.
Making love
to the water
just this once
they climb
towards shallow beds
of gravel
in which to bury gems
of fire.
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