Thursday, March 25, 2010


All of my goldfish have died
or evolved into legged creatures
that can’t be contained in glass bowls
except you, and even you
have little need of me, never more
than indifferently picking
at the sprinkle of nourishment
I offer.

You are content to remain
a solitary goldfish, never to grow
within the permanence of
your impervious sphere.

Photo by Duchess

        Let's play the metaphor game: what animal are you and why?

1 comment:

Dorkmaster Flek said...

Are you talking about Precious? I think I'm a dog. Simple life, and I like my routine. :)