Blue fish
brainless but beautiful,
exploring five inches of universe--
a plastic plant and black gravel,
that's all.
I sit in my room,
20 square feet,
reading alone.
Glancing at the bowl
I realize there are two living things here.

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Blurry-faced girl
on the other side,
why do you stare at me?
If I joined you
in your limitless world,
I would gasp for my own liquid sky.
Yet my thoughts swim beyond this bowl...
beyond yours....
to some transcendent sea. 


by Lisa (Teel) Rodriguez
1986