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Shubunkin

by John Ilotan

There are
dead fish
in my pond

through an ornate filigree
of melting ice
the early light
reflects
flecks of black
and gold scales

and the poor
dead eyes
of the seven fish
that I let
die
stare frozen
back at me

04/15/2003

Author's Note: It was a rough winter.

Posted on 04/15/2003
Copyright © 2026 John Ilotan

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Ginette T Belle on 04/15/03 at 08:29 PM

I think "It was a rough winter" would be a pretty good title actually...this poem is a little haunting, very good...

Posted by Anne Engelen on 04/25/03 at 05:22 PM

Nice read!

Posted by Maryellen Lebeda-Parra on 06/01/03 at 07:01 PM

everything i read of yours is just fabulous

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