Fish on Main Street

Posted by Brad Osborne on September 15, 2021 · 21 Comments 

 

 

If it is angel’s tears that make raindrops fall

Then heaven must be having one hell of a bawl

For this rain has not stopped in a score of days

And the river finds itself some new pathways

 

Now it meanders the streets of shoreline town

And we head to the hills for fear we will drown

We leave behind all the shops lining Main Street

Let the newcomers shop as we beat our retreat

 

I wonder what the fish now shopping may think

Do they stop by the corner tavern for a drink

Is the hair salon the first place that they seek

Or do they stop by the shop full of antiques

 

I imagine they would consider buying a bike

Or stop at the store with the candles you like

Maybe the pet store to set their friends free

Or deli to nibble at some of their excellent brie

 

They cannot pay for things on some layaway

Or mail order things from places far away

For once the waters return to the river

Shopkeepers have no way to easy deliver

 

This thought plagues me as so innately funny

Fish swimming our town, spending their money

Going to places they have never before seen

And just hanging out at all of our local scenes

 

And though this river is not the Amazon

It offers Prime days for their shopping fun

For these denizens and citizens of the deep

Before the flood waters return to their sleep

 

 

 

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