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My Goldfish are Not like the Ones in Glass Bowls - July 12, 2024

  • Gary Hunter
  • Jul 12, 2024
  • 1 min read

mine do group yoga at dawn lining up under the lily pads

to twist and loosen their fins

 

then take perimeter strolls to see what’s fallen overnight

like we do shells at the beach

 

breakfast and lunch are the same all-you-can-eat algae buffet

though with rotating pairs of diners (for the fresh gossip I’m sure)

 

always lots of hubbub at 5 pm  fish pellets attacked with a shark’s frenzy  

no friends or table manners at dinner 

 

after that it’s lounging  digesting  waiting to catch the moonrise

in the east and get a good seat for the evening   clouds probably like

commercials  the perfect time to grab a bite

 

and who doesn’t enjoy a nosh

even during a movie they’ve seen

too many times to count?

 
 
 

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