The Goldfish Bowl
The Goldfish Bowl
Once injected with water, sorrow becomes colorless and tasteless
Inside the glass bowl, all lives
only live seven seconds
The same route, again and again --
The beginning is the end. Stubborn as Sisyphus
Eyes watered and drifted away
A trace of love burns
I have a sister on Flower Road
She is the most colorful fish in the bowl
No brand, just serve regular customers
I've always been fascinated by the sublime sense of her up-rolling eyes
In the goldfish bowl
Happiness is greater than loneliness
The men and women of Flower Road know it
When I walk by
with my head down
Stares in the dark shoot me like arrows
My sister sleeps at dawn,
wakes at night
and easy to forget all “should”
or “should not”
Copyright © Stina Lu | Year Posted 2020
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