a fish in a bowl,
maybe it has a name,
swims from side
to glass side,
golden
a leaf laced
castle
on the blue graveled
bottom
that he can float
through.
the water is cold.
the surface
speckled
with a sprinkling
of food.
it's a short life.
it's not
long before
the bowl is empty.
the child
is grown and moved
on to bigger grief.
everything is
forgotten.
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