- The Commute
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Tin can, packed to brimming,
On and off, the fish are swimming.
Stop into Port for some ten second jazz,
The octopus wants what the little fish has.
Writhing, twisting, slippery eels
Each cares not for how the other one feels.
Salmon pushing back to spawn,
Seeking out their mate ’til dawn.
Barely room to move their gills,
Survival of fittest, a battle of wills.
Slip aside to let them pass,
Schools of fish revolve en masse.
Is it my turn; is it near?
Will the other fishes hear?
Keep on pushing, all your might
Break for surface, you must fight.
Almost made it, sweet release!
Open waters bring you peace.
Next stop…West 4th St.
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