Fish in that damn round bowl
And bring out as many albums
As you can in your career
Opportunity comes to all at some
Point of conversation about why scottish
Ice-cream vans trundle the streets in
October’s dead beat of dying leaves
Spotting the wide roads with outlines
Spotting the wide roads without lines
We follow new tracks and plot our freedom
Out on street-maps with a key
One to show each forgotten dream
And where we found ourselves
An ‘X’ or an ‘ex’ marks the spot
Marked and remembered
So we don’t have to go back
Fishing in our damn round bowl
Of everything we ever shared
I find a winter streetlight
Hung over the guilt of the morning
After waking up and knowing we
meant what we said, that we’d been wrong
to assume we were so solid,
when we were like fish
in that damn glass bowl
of going away,
only because you know
You’re already coming back.
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Submission Name: little glass globe
