Blue fish fly and catfish
cry, on fence-posts
beneath an apricot moon.
It’s June, and the world
is beautiful—in bloom,
our world is beautiful—
rising from peace,
like a distant choir, listen
when the wind shrugs
her shoulders, the notes
draped like lace on the trees.
It’s Monday, the world is
welcoming us, arms open,
with a grandmother’s love,
and maybe the worst is over,
or almost, and maybe
you know all the answers,
things are already better,
and maybe it’s not so
frightening, watching
the shining blue fish fly, and
hearing the thoughtful catfish
cry out their poems,
high on their fence-posts
beneath the apricot moon.
(c) 2017, by Hannah Six
Image: Kolisberg via Wikimedia
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