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.

Feeding koi

Flashes, splashes of gold

orange yellow white black

punctuated by plaintive

open mouths, jostling

and competing for bits

of compacted pellets

(25 cents per serving)

(what a deal) (even if of

unknown nutritional value)

delighting both a child

and the child within.

This poem is submitted for Open Link Night at dVerse Poets. The links will be live at 2 p.m. Central time today.

Photograph: Grandfather and grandson feeding koi at St. Louis Union Station, April 8, 2012, by Stephanie Young.