The Goldfish
by Tim Tomlinson
In a box pond alongside the lanai,
the goldfish make orange angles in green
water. The gardener feeds them each day
at the same hour. When his shadow covers
the pond, the goldfish kiss the surface.
He believes they recognize him. “If you
feed them at a different hour,” I ask, “would
they recognize you then?” The gardener
appears bemused. “At a different hour,”
he says, “I’m not the same person.”
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