Beauty Has Wings

From grays and blues
and greens and reds emerges
a spot of orange, like a
sunrise over a plain.
An orange beauty colored
with the most
brightest of oranges.
Speckled only on his tail
with the deep blue of the sea, by a child
with a paintball gun.
He is free, and swims where he likes
with an elegance and sophistication
that cannot be matched by any other
in the cool, blue water.
The others know this, but they hold
their heads high and don’t seem offended.
My eyes watch him as he swims
with grace and arrogance, like a
young and proud King
in an ocean filled with commoners.
Yes, that is a lot to say about a fish,
but this one seems to soar
above all the others
as if he has wings.

- Gabriella S. Argotti