Minnow

I am your yellow
String Bean
Eight years old
With a pixie cut

The Summer sublets
Every freckle
Ice cold water
Quickly drunk from
The bathroom
Faucet
Legs racing down
The back stairs

Bell Jar
Full of Fire flys
The night air
Enveloped
In the thick songs
Of crickets

I am your silver fish
Your Minnow
Racing down stream
And you, void of a net
Just let me go