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Fish in the Bush

by Matthew Zangen

How ugly we are
that we swipe away
our birds in hand
for a sea of plenty fins,
like passers by in a crowd, contrived,
smiles and torsos
flocked in bird waltz nouveau;
maybe we only show our wings
when we know we're out of reach,
like anyone chose
which clouds swiped our sky,
while we drown below or learn to fly.


Posted on 12/31/2018
Copyright © 2022 Matthew Zangen

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 12/31/18 at 02:25 PM

Thought provoking piece, Matthew. Continued success with your writing in 2019!

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