The Welcome

Today I bought

a goldfish

to replace the one

we buried sweetly

last week

in a small wood

near the school.

He’s a big little fish,

though, about

twice the size

of the two survivors

in the tank. He could

eat them. He could

starve them.

He butted

and rammed

the walls

of the bag

as I set it afloat.

When I returned

to release him,

he dove right down

to a dip in the gravel

and stayed there

for minutes.

I pressed

my fingertip

to the glass

and he flew!

The old fish

noticed his cut

through the water,

they knew

his distress

and waited

for him to slow.