The fish

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Oct 14
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Abigale Tabor

It has taken over all of my feeds

and poems and I feel

such dread

over the frailty and conditionality

of my own being,

and how foolish

I must sound saying it, let alone

typing it, all the while

she surfaced,

and in one photo, there is a slight

rainbow cast on her

open mouth,

and sure, it is silly to prescribe

happiness to her

face, but I know

only of human emotions and faces

and hers, hers was

overjoyed to finally

see a light bigger than her own

a light capable of calling her

home.

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