28

28 - for What'sit

you're getting even 

in this autumn's year

we would say odd

for you my dear

but that is even

and you were odd 

in seasons past

seasons queer

you lived among 

the fish the deer

the trees the rain

and summer crisp

yet somehow heavy

serpentine ocean atmosphere

goldfish bowl of mold and wood

you swam round 

as long as you could