this, and more
Is there only one sleeping fish? There, under the rafters in the morning. Only one to forgive and watch turn partially under the slow morning panic. Only one to wish for on Thursdays, and mechanic days after all. Only one of us to find huckleberries in the eyes of dead foxes, fixed in matching stones.
If you knew the answer, would you lock it up in insanity? Would you beg for a place to sleep? Would you make faces at policemen? This and more the expert fish-maker knew the answers to. This and more in a place of no account at all.
If you knew the answer, would you lock it up in insanity? Would you beg for a place to sleep? Would you make faces at policemen? This and more the expert fish-maker knew the answers to. This and more in a place of no account at all.