Paper fishA Poem by RelicA variation on another poem I wrote.With metallic clouds, darkness gathers. From the tumbling sky, my shoulders splatter. Street puddles boil and gutters clatter, while bullfrogs assert: What does it matter? The vat in the sky is now released to soggy sidewalks and mirrored streets. And neon lights flaunt lucent streaks. Had water been wine, could I serve a feast? For today, I compare myself to a corporate fish whose shoes go squeak and swoosh and swish near buildings that sit like sunken ships. So I'll mop up my misery and swim away through chlorinated walkways this wet Wednesday. It's down to a drizzle, though come what may, I'm a sidewalk fish in this city today.
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