Poem: A Fish Assignment Run Amok

Thirsty in summertime,
I reach, finger a delicate piece
for morning's coffee.

A wee silverfish
hides in a china cup
in the cupboard's dark.

Oh, blech! I exclaim
and drown the interloper
under the tap,

wash and dry the frilly cup                                       
fill it with black liquid.
Later, at Goodwill,

I spy a sparkly circle--
stones the shape of silverfish--
amethysts and opals,

emeralds and rubies                                     

encased like stained glass
in metal. No errant

piece to escape
and nest in my china cup
like a silverfish.

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