Relationships

by Glen Martin Fitch

Upon the hippos' backs
the egrets light
to feed on ticks.
Their darting eyes
can see when foes approach.
The hippo's girth and might
protect the egret,
symbiotically.
A pungent, painted orchid
hangs serene.
It's pollen needs
the hungry honey bee.
Amid the poison columns
clown fish clean the algae
off the sea anemone.
You're cheerful,
stunning,
clever,
and yet I'm exhausted.
I can't breathe!
And how you squirm into my wallet,
friendships;
sap my time.
You're lethal,
so my friends have diagnosed.
It's not in the best interest
of a germ, like HIV or you,
to kill its host.

From: 
8/11




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ABOUT THE POET ~
Glen Fitch is a 16th Century poet lost in the 21st Century. Born near Niagara Falls, educated in the Catskills, thirty years on the Monterey Bay he now lives in Palm Springs. Retail not academics has paid the bills. Someday he will finish Spenser's "The Fairie Queene."


Last updated August 23, 2011