“I have to think,
Whenever I speak to you
These days,
That you are
Not as fast now
As I remember
You were …”
The goldfish is in
Mid-flow.
Big rains came down,
Heavier than the
World had known.
“I need to remind you,”
The walnut replied,
“Your memory
Is not as sharp now
As it used to be …”
Strong winds impatiently
Re shaped the land.
“Sorry,” the goldfish frowned,
“What were we talking
About just then?”
25/11/2012
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