Fish Poem by Margaret Beil

</>The sparks spat
From the center of the bomb fire
Forcing the wood to jostle
For a better position
A rude Awakening from his trance like state
He watched as the sparks floated aimlessly
Back down
To be engulfed by the raging flames
That shot here and there
Causing the wood to crackle and groan
He is deaf
He felt like one of the sparks
Trying to escape the heat of a relationship
It was no use
No matter how he tried
How he struggled
She was always there
Ready to reel him back
like a prized marlin.