Goldfish


you hear the goldfish
pacing their bowl
casing the apartment
from their side

do they think it's all ocean,
long to test their tails
among the moth-flicked lamps
and coat hangers
bumping out a gentle song?

you should take them out some time
for a change of scene
a little bowl on a park bench
when it's raining
so they don't think
we're all drowning


This poem appears in


Pass it Along

© Brendan Bonsack
April 2017