No Name but Beauty
I caught a pink snapper
in the first light
pulling from the oil-grey sea
a sliver of dawn,
salmon pink stripes
and blue dots.
eyes too large, the sun
spreading as blood.
Round eyes that saw
unblinking, or did not see
as I did, the last
slow waving of her
webbing on translucent fins
against the cruel air.
I did not know
there are shades between pink and pearl
iridescence, for which there are
no names but beauty.
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