I fear the
parking lot
like fish. Not
that I fear
fish, only the
peculiar silence of
resting, snub-nosed
in the colors of their pee
as once my goldfish
died, waiting
for whatever happens
to be over
hanging still
and dingy
in his little sea.
Cynthia Jobin
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-parking-lot-3/
