Friday, January 6, 2012

the goldfish

it's enough
sometimes to wait.
to swim in
the small bowl
circling
the shallow depth
between
the green
spears of leaves
and small
grey castle with
a hole to go
from side
to side. it's
enough sometimes
to just wait,
to listen to
the click
of the door, to
hear the vibration
of the floor
and see the hand
above dropping
bits and bits
of crumbs that
you pretend
is love. nothing
less, nothing
more.

4 comments:

lgsbowen said...

This is wonderful. I read all of your January posts last night. Put this one on the short stack.

Anonymous said...

whoever she is, she has definitely given you an inspiration to write about love.

Stephen Chute said...

this is fiction..all of what i write is 99.9 per cent fiction or from what i read in the papers.

Anonymous said...

and you are humorous, too!