Gold Fish
By Hilda Conkling
Like a shot of gold
Or an arrow darting
With thin gold wings
He swims . . .
Now around . . . then straight
Then a swish of tail . . .
Then zigzag all along
With a kind of stiff smile . . .
In ponds or bowls
He swims and stares
Out of big popping eyes
Of ebony . . .
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