Two tangerine fins
One larger than the other
I looked through the glass and made faces.
I made googly crossed eyes.
My fish was a woman.
She was deserted sand caves of silence.
Her tail fell off
(I didn’t clean the water.
I didn’t wash the bowl.
She turned to grains and I felt the grains against my toes.
I felt the grains of lost fish food in my hands.)
Flipping over and over again
She used to dance
A permanent stretched smile like a long winding highway
One too many has been hooked
But old age was the face of chomped fish food salad for Gill
One two three
Or was it dinner?
Crunching sweetness, salutations over, adios amiga.
At the beach we read
And I lie my head on your chest
I look up at the cloudless sky
and my mind drifts like the seaweed and sand
shifting back and forth
But there is no reason for
Here things are already established
The cliffs that curl over
like frozen waves
People passing by in loud summer
Our towel, we share like a home
In only a moment looking up at the sky
I feel the word: infinity
I photograph you
but know as long as I’m here
I’ll remember anyway.
Purple, white, yellow wildflowers
Corn, cows, ponies
A giant red apple
Getting to know someone well
Parliament buildings (hiding under windows from a torrential down pour)
Hand dryers vs. paper towels
Bell tower view at parliament building
Sleeping in until 2, going to bed at 5
Block like stone/lovers dancing
French Franco Folie
Vibrant colors-red flowers-elegant people
A mansion converted into a club