are mystified by the goldfish
floating
on the surface
of the bowl.
worried.
what's to become of us?
they think,
when a new one
splashes into the water,
slipping
from a parents hold.
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About Me
- Stephen Chute
- west springfield, virginia, United States
- these are all FICTIONAL stories and characters, and in no way represent any living or dead people...any similarities are simply coincidental.
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