Orange
fish swim silently
in
the smooth waveless water.
This
is an ugly place, and
yet serene,
Japanese
Garden.
What's
a garden about a brown
pond?
Where
are the flowers?
Unless
the fish are the flowers,
and
their swimming
is
the swaying in the breeze.
There
is no breeze.
Just
hot, humid, boring,
searing
sun.
I'm
going home.
I
can see
prettier scenes
on
the Internet,
enjoy
the beautiful outdoors
in
my air conditioning,
and
interact
with strangers
all
alone.
by: Paula D. Nevison
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