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"On the further bank the willows wept in perpetual
lamentation, their hair about their shoulders." Virginia
Woolf

The Parrot
Fish

a poem by Karen
Kelsay

Dad rose from the surf, called me,
and kicked off his
fins. It twitched
in shallow water, still impaled

on the spear. Green
and blue scales
glistened beneath a headdress of sea foam
until its body
paled. Dad nailed

it to the patio wall by his diving
treasures--
abalone shells, a puffer fish
that became a hanging lamp,
glass balls

in nets, and his old diving helmet.
Only the parrot fish
faced the pool.
I often thought it cruel,
how it had to watch us swim.

1 comments:

Anonymous said...

This is whimsical and vivid. I enjoyed it.

Jeanette Cheezum

October
20, 2008 11:01 PM

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