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