aren't gold
you know
but orange
and slippery
with thin frilly fins
and eyes like marbles
and mouths
that
YAWN
Today in the waiting room
I watched them
swimming
silently
smoothly
around
and around
and occasionally
kissing
the glass walls
of their enclosure
and I wondered if they were aware
of how incredibly boring their lives were
or were they perhaps having an intense mystical experience?
Alison Cassidy
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gold-fish/
