his black goldfish that ebony sliver
that fins between the purple taro
like a shadow devouring light
or a shadow bridging shadows
or a dying star strolling
the dark sky
maybe tonight with a flashlight
my net will take that luck
he wished me and slide
that pitch-black comma
onto this poem
,
let it highlight
the dilemma we all face
the struggle with darkness
in a world searching
for illumination