Belly-up at Dawn
Radio’s on loud at the crack of dawn
though it blared to the full moon too
A couple of fans whir all day
though it’s mostly hot air they spew
A goldfish drifts belly-up in her bowl
dirt-clouds laze past the coral and shoal
The pall of her death stifles the air
where once breathed a maiden so fair
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2024
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