I'm back!
Yes, it's awful, I know.
Hey! A poem!
P.S.
I reserve the right to publish this.

We walked along the edge of the pond

to see if we could spot any fish.

This is all new: the sidewalk

the lights.
You hold onto a tree

I stand where the grass

slopes down

is engulfed by the water

surrounded by it

grass

slowly merging and twining with other plants

more suited to their environment.

You watch

I look

and don’t see anything.

And then, there it is

big fish

not really that big, but bigger than expected

pale, white

a ghost

a cylinder

maybe I could kill it if I threw a rock hard enough

or maybe it would just dart away.

There it is I tell you.

Big Fish.

We watch it

swimming with other ghosts.