Mary Ann Hoberman – Jan 18, 2022 Iyengar Level I
A poem for (gold) fish, in honor of the video Julia Goldberg found from the Smithsonian. Goldfish drives car! Can’t be any worse than we are already doing here in New Mexico, land of terrible drivers!
Fish
Look at them flit
Lickety-split
Wiggling
Swiggling
Swerving
Curving
Hurrying
Scurrying
Chasing
Racing
Whisking
Flying
Frisking
Tearing around
With a leap and a bound
But none of them making the tiniest
tiniest
tiniest
tiniest
tiniest
sound