That Fish

It swims
into my memory
insidious
and made of anger
oh the fish
oh the striving
and the shielding
children from despair
watch the fish
shine like fire
as it writes narrow-minded
letters to the editor
and refuses to acknowledge
the beauty inherent
in the subsequent analysis

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