Cong Zhang

Fish In A Bowl

                          It is rainy,                   If I had been
                  Outside the glass.              Out, would I see.
                                                                                                         
                It is sunny,                              Into myself, still?
              Inside the bowl.                         Out there, gasping,

              I see myself                                    I’m lost in the
               Outside, looking                           Ocean so blue.
                                                                     
                   In. And my mouth              Inside, I knew
                        Opens to question.  Of all the places.




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