John W. Hudson III

(Houston, TX, USA)

Untitled - Poem by John W. Hudson III

Ya know,
I was just thing a thought,
it took place a moment ago
before my eyes grasped their fate
as I peered through the fish bowl.
I was fishing at a lake
one sunny day
when a fish came to say
"Hey, I like that glass bowl!"
then he turned an' winked,
an' jumped through my window
out into the street
where a trout he did meet,
they talked an' talked
about my bowl
until the sun hung low.
Now back to my thought
just minutes ago.
I think I thought I'm in that fish bowl. . .


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 2, 2003



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