Gardening For Lost Fish

My fish are lost,
And facing the wrong direction,
Backwards feet and
Forward heads, mix well
Because it’s raining.

Because it’s raining, fish
With forward heads and
Backwards feet, are facing
The wrong direction. Are
Lost.

They ask me for repetition,
Not symbolism, my head is
Empty of that, I would leave, but
My head is empty of symbolism, and
Repetition is pleaded for by my fish.

I have no answers, only words that
Will not rhyme, bringing Shakespeare to roman numerals,
Giving me this: or what was here.

Because it’s raining, my head is empty, and
What is here is no longer here, Shakespeare
Has come to roman numerals, that have no answers.

Because it’s raining, my head is empty, and
What is here is no longer here, Shakespeare
Has come to roman numerals, that have no answers.

I would leave, I would leave. Inversion speaks nicely,
Of older works, I would leave but Older works
Speak nicely to inversion, and my head is empty
Of symbolism.

Greet me at the door Mary, it’s raining older works,
And my fish are asking for repetition. I may be
Getting soaked, but, Mary,

(mary quite contrary)

is dry, as repetition growing old for fish, older
works are raining down and I am greeting Mary
at the door.

I am greeting Mary at the door.
I will greet Mary at the door.
I will always greet Mary at the door.

Nov-13-98