Fish Party
Each goldfish
is like a birthday candle:
fins flickering
in under-water sparkles
of sunlit sugar.
Sprinkled, trickled, rippled.
My face is staring
over the pond;
they gather
for party bags
we call stinky-fish-food,
while cloud-balloons
make funny faces
and float far away.
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