Feeding fish

We could be

there still

feeding fish

not fishing fish

fish fattened

an endless diet

bite-sized pellets

we throw

the mouths arch

bodies flail

and rush

flashing

white and gold

orange

water churns,

roils

we throw

bite-sized pellets

a chubby hand

tossing

bite-sized pellets

we could be

there still

Tweetspeak Poetry is still fishing for poems. Bait your hook and see what’s biting.

Photograph by Stephanie Young, Easter Sunday 2012. St. Louis Union Station.