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His fish is like
an after thought
we share
as neighbors--no, friends.
I want you, neighbor or not.
I want to look for you, my fish,
my friend.
YOU ARE READING
poetry
PoésieA collection of my poems from daily writing. #1 in blackoutpoetry (1/20/21) #1 in dailypoetry (1/20/21) #1 in stanza (12/15/20)