The fish swizzle from sunspot to sunspot and wound to wound in the habit of compassion. 5 The smaller one takes the untidy rags of ephemeral flesh from the larger one's goitered middle and vanishes. 10 Children look down with their tangle of snags.... Obstruction helps us by keeping our desire real. The old fish 15 Leontes and me abandoned by love and inspired by hatred, the small fish consuming the great. Obliquely beneath the tangle 20 is there still a waver in the water? The big fish, trailing his pennants of flesh, brave, failed, bleeds a somber puff 25 of tired blood into the pool. It stumbled in the water, the old you still regal and true.... dragging a discolored fin 30 through the increasing clouds;
From the collection "Red Bank"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
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