Nola Perez Poet Rhyme

For the Fishhouse

I shop there, fresh
from the sea. I never 
met a fin for which 
I didn't have a yen.  
Blackened, fried, any 
old way, as long as
I have my say.  
No wonder then, 
it's safe to bet
a turquoise betta
is the house pet. 
"Pretty baby," I say
to my Beau, "spread
out your rainbow  
and swim to me. " 
Sometimes, he 
does, sometime he 
doesn't.  Depends 
on the current.

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