Elverlution

Midnight.  Garden.  Hush! 
Teardrop patch of dewy grass:
Six small dragon fish

Waffle over stone
Bridge from their salt lick prison,
Sail across the green

Sea of wet earth clods.
Inch worm gait with slicked back scales. 
Fly! fish in the night.

2 a.m.  The pond.  
Liquid fresh, the water clear in
Moon mirror, recounts

As three by three slim,
Inky, rollick-motion shades 
Tread pebble-jolted

Ground of bruising damp.
Destination home at last.
Fly! fish land from flight.