Swim In Your Unbroken Circles

poetry

You are as a fish
stuck in the same little bowl
and though it is
a nice bowl,
rife
with all the trinkets
that a fish could ever need,
it is just a bowl
and there is such trouble
leaping out.

Instead, there are lungs
to be had, and claws
to be grown from fins,
for to climb atop a small stone castle
and leap so very gracefully
from the bowl-rim to counter-top to
kitchen sink, which is
not much better,
but
at least you can
flush on down to stream that way.

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