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When I Was a Fish

by Francine Schwartz

Many years ago
When I was a fish
I saw you in your boat.
You were whistling and
Drinking from a bottle.
You stuck your hand in the water
And smiled at your reflection.
I swam by, but you didn’t see me.

That was many years ago.
I’ve lived in many ponds since then.
And now I’m no longer a fish,
I am a girl.
But you are no longer a man,
You’re a memory lingering
In a boat that bobs gently
Along the shore.

Copyright © 2009 by Francine Schwartz

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