Category: Fishpond
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From upside down
I could tell by her mouth that the woman was a dolphin. Even at rest, her generous lips curved into a natural smile and folded to a tiny downward tuck at each corner. “Swimming!”, she shouted, when I asked her favourite pastime. “Fish?”, I offered, hoisting a mackerel from my…
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From the fishpond
I. Seasons (A poem in four linked haiku) We orange, we silver, we brazen dazzlers twisting around Summer’s knees: gold torpedoes flirt with air and blue sky, black bugs sucked from water’s lip into hungry throats. A daily feast of algae. We grow fat. But now comes Fall. Beware –…
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