goldfish?
GOLD fish toques and hockey
I know they're goldfish
it says so on the TV
GoldfishTM in toques float across the ice
banks of snow flow in the background
dad ties my too big skates tight and I waddle towards the ice
my skates slice into the snow until that first step onto the pond ice
hockey stick in hands
step step
goldfish in toques with hockey sticks swimming? floating?
stick blade heavy on the ice
step step
down heavily like a feather on the ice
dad behind encouraging words
he crunches towards me and lifts me like a kite
floating through the air like a goldfish
re-righted and heavy like a stool — two feet in skates and a hockey stick
goldfish in toques
floating with hockey sticks and puck across the screen
mounds of snow behind
goldfish in toques above the ice with hockey sticks?
?
fantastic!
a child in skates on a farmer's pond
it seems like yesterday
yesterday?
I'll ask
where's dad?
I'll ask my son
~gtk
On a visit with my dad he took note of a Goldfish commercial on TV in which Goldfish crackers, with toques and hockey sticks, passed across the screen playing hockey. It must seem ludicrous for a 91 year old with dementia trying to reconcile goldfish with toques and hockey sticks. So I wrote this poem from his perspective.
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Refugees of Reason
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