Open Poetry #25 |
Flying Fish |
ngoliant Junior Member
since 2003-03-13
Posts 20Eastof theSun&WestoftheMoon |
Flying Fish Last night in a strange neighborhood Of narrow, short and ill lit streets I saw a restaurant open - Or so I thought - with door unlocked, And bright fish of paper mache Flying on curved tracks overhead. All the tables were clean and cleared, The waiters weary and hungry. But they fed me from left-overs And what they had planned to take home. Food not to my taste, but offered Freely by those in greater need. After I finished and gave thanks, I left, knowing I would not see That place or neighborhood again, But richer knowing it exists. not so lightly to be caught |
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Ericc Member Elite
since 2003-01-31
Posts 4178 |
I really liked this...thanks! Eric |
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littlewing Member Rara Avis
since 2003-03-02
Posts 9655New York |
ng - I cant believe I missed this - how beautiful - your last line there . . . xxoo |
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