Before <br />I opened my mouth <br />I noticed them sitting there <br />as orderly as frozen fish <br />in a package. <br /> <br />Slowly water began to fill the room <br />though I did not notice it <br />till it reached <br />my ears <br /> <br />and then I heard the sounds <br />of fish in an aquarium <br />and I knew that though I had <br />tried to drown them <br />with my words <br />that they had only opened up <br />like gills for them <br />and let me in. <br /> <br />Together we swam around the room <br />like thirty tails whacking words <br />till the bell rang <br /> <br />puncturing <br />a hole in the door <br /> <br />where we all leaked out <br /> <br />They went to another class <br />I suppose and I home <br /> <br />where Queen Elizabeth <br />my cat met me <br />and licked my fins <br />till they were hands again.<br /><br />D. C. Berry<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-reading-poems-to-a-senior-class-at-south-high/
