And I don't know what it is
This fish
This way of drowning in the air
The things we keep in jam jars
Beyond CPR
And the keep net of your hair
A muddy hand with mini beasts
A face sun creased
The origami folded dream
But still it wriggles in my grasp
One last gasp
Before released to float downstream
Comments
Ewan | June 20, 2008 - 15:30
I love this, John. Surreal, but so full of concrete images; paradoxical and piquant. The title is wonderful.
Regards Ewan