No one warned the new goldfish what came of stupidly swallowing wishes. The first of the day shot through the water—a trail of bubbles behind it—a shiny copper penny, the coin most often discarded. It was down his throat and out of sight before any of us could blink; by then it was too late. Imagine the store owner's stunned silence when a naked muscular man emerged from the goldfish pond. I silently sighed and read the sign posted above my watery home once more. PLEASE DO NOT THROW WISHES IN THE POND.
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Stepping Away From the Edge
PoetryA collection of poems, written from the heart. Words to speak into the dark, words to shine a light. Some a celebration of life and love. Others a quiet search for hope.
