The lone puffer fish
a hundred meters of isolated sand
Basking in the shallows
readying itself to boost
Boats and swimmers approach
coming together from a far
Fat cheeks excited eyes
A guise of purpose
It jets out of sand cloud
insane rocket
Spots and dimples
Hanging on for dear life
Pale blue green sand kicked up into clouds
which it bursts in and out of
In it's urgent vigor
Same bloated face, swishy eyes
... Looking at me sideways
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