Wee Fish, Tiny Kids

September 8, 2012

We fish dream of July.
What fun we have
with the tiny kids
from Lyndhurst Blvd
where kids live in a jar.
They must, you know.
Otherwise they’d grow big and lie,
and these kids never do.

They read the same books every year,
and wear the same swim suits,
and swim in pairs out to the raft ,
where they jump in again and again.
They never stop or get tired
or hold their nose
or stop shouting ‘Geronimo!’
and twist down to the bottom
of the lake…

Where we fish see them try to breath;
where we fish dream of scales
and fins and funny shapeless eyes;
where we fish swim in between the solid earth
and the not-so-solid sky.


2 Responses to “Wee Fish, Tiny Kids”

  1. extrasimile Says:

    Thanks John. I’ve been keeping rather busy myself lately. My wife and I enjoyed London. It’s too bad we couldn’t get together. Maybe next time…
    Glad you enjoyed the poem; it is (for a change) lighthearted. (I hope.)

  2. John Stevens Says:

    I have just caught up and Ilove this Jim. I like the unexpected perspective on childhood and those two lines are splendid.

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