Today/ old poetry
Does a neon tetra
know its name?
And if it did,
would it feel the same?
Would it want to leave
it’s watery womb,
where time transcends
and color is noise;
A laugh blue green,
a sigh turquoise.
c 1988
Today/ old poetry
Does a neon tetra
know its name?
And if it did,
would it feel the same?
Would it want to leave
it’s watery womb,
where time transcends
and color is noise;
A laugh blue green,
a sigh turquoise.
c 1988