Out of the great deep
I swing up buckets
Nets full of flopping, flailing
shiny bodies.
They once danced
Below the rolling surface
Flitting in and out of
heart-colored coral.
My arms heave
Muscles stretching, feeling fire
Effort dripping down
diamond stories.
Years passed
Dragging up nets
Harnessing mysterious magic
growing underneath.
Lately, I catch drops
In well worn hands
And gaze at the bundles
dancing on deck.

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