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FISHY

Terra cotta garden fish full of plants

Filled to the gills,
I‘d be an imbecile to
Say you’re for real, but
Happiness can spill from a
Young mind seeing what it will.

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in 2d

this poem
is a prisoner
in two dimensions

please,
with your mind
imagine wings
they may be

those of a barn
swallow or a fruit
bat or a combination
of life never before seen:

e.g. a daffodragon