Concrete Fish Tank
Today we got to go into
our outdoor concrete fish tank.
As our nurse sat playing R Kelly,
I watched as us guppies of the ward
swim in the fresh air.
Big fish.
Little fish.
Skinny fish.
Scarred fish.
We swam and silently mingled
alight the reasons we were
in this solid bowl of man-made stone.
Mutterings of silent whispers
as I catch one fish say,
“To have a boner is human.”
Another says she recognizes me
behind her deep scars tattered
her amused face.
I see a big fish
court another
majestically as he woos
using his girth like
a private dancer.
We all laugh in the now merry air.
I feel good
because this fish
doesn’t feel any despair.
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