Big Fish, Small Pond
in the small town of her aunt
there is one cobbler of shoes
for the animals, one doctor
one aquarium gravel vendor
one poet
in the small pond of her aunt
there are many great fish, whose
tails can be felt stirring up
the water from anywhere
in the big city she can see less
far, her lips stay parted to the sky
she waits for the clouds
to saturate and sink into her mouth
like flakes of food
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You started with a quaint picture, richly sketched with details both included and excluded, and further exploded into a grand, delicately wondrous masterpiece where every word has a whole complex story behind it. Wonderful! I hope the fish finds her way.
Thanks for reading and commenting. I hope she pops into your mind on occasion, and all people like her.
I assure you she does, and will.