Poetry Koi Pond Anthology

Well, there are a few bright, odd-finned ones,
motley ornamentals,
feeding on colorful flakes
near the top,
sort of interesting
to watch,
for a few minutes
Then you notice yourself getting
a little tired
of their constantly open mouths,
blowing too similar bubbles.
After that,
it’s mostly the bottom feeders
of the pond
doing their thing
and feeling quite special
about it,
as ever,
all of it really just
what you expected
when you plunked down
twenty bucks
or whatever
for the privilege
of feeling this
pointless envy.
You’re still jelly,
even though you know
they’re all just
a school of fish
in each other’s shit
and sometimes
swallowing it.


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