Bosch Fish
This is unnatural absurd. I don’t want wings it’s an abomination to fly like a bird. I don’t wish to be ridden like a work horse either. All I want is to swim swim in iridescent waters innocent of crimes fins and gills mine. But I am painted with this brush by Bosch who called fish liars who lies sleeping in his stony pious grave while I must always fly with sinners on my back no water only sky. Tricia Marcella Cimera Tricia Marcella Cimera will forever be an obsessed reader and lover of words. Look for her work in these diverse places: Buddhist Poetry Review, The Ekphrastic Review, Foliate Oak, Fox Adoption, Hedgerow, I Am Not A Silent Poet, Mad Swirl, Silver Birch Press, Stepping Stones, Yellow Chair Review, and elsewhere. She has a micro collection of water-themed poems called THE SEA AND A RIVER on the Origami Poems Project website. Tricia believes there’s no place like her own backyard and has traveled the world (including Graceland). She lives with her husband and family of animals in Illinois / in a town called St. Charles / by a river named Fox.
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