aren't gold <br />you know <br />but orange <br />and slippery <br />with thin frilly fins <br />and eyes like marbles <br />and mouths <br />that <br />YAWN <br /> <br />Today in the waiting room <br />I watched them <br />swimming <br />silently <br />smoothly <br />around <br />and around <br />and occasionally <br />kissing <br />the glass walls <br />of their enclosure <br /> <br />and I wondered if they were aware <br />of how incredibly boring their lives were <br />or were they perhaps having an intense mystical experience?<br /><br />Alison Cassidy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gold-fish/
