The city is the fishbowl where I live,
I am a fish…
Not a gold one,
not a guppy,
not a meaty one that you can trap and fry,
Not a pretty one at all…
I have scales of iron,
teeth like knives,
my colour is as black as night,
and from the deep and dark I rise…
The city is my fishbowl
and the water seems quite foul,
as I swim through streets and avenues, without a light,
without a sound…
C.2021, Francisco Bravo Cabrera, 23 NOV 2021, València, Spain 🇪🇸
JaZzArt en València 
Interesting perspective, my friend! I enjoyed this poem.
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Thank you so much my friend!
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ooh, so dark and moody….
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Yes…thank you so much Beth…
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Barracuda, shark, or piranha? Quite a predator fish, I’m guessing. Very atmospheric.
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Something like a mix of those three…thank you Pat! 😊🍷🌹
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Aquí se llaman doradas. Muy distinto del mensaje de tu poema. Un saludo.
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Si, y mucho que me gustan, un saludo Azurea
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Having lived in one of the largest cities in the world I felt the same way. Mermaid-approved. 🙂
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Yes, that’s how it is… Cheers 😊
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