{"id":5070,"date":"2018-12-30T16:44:03","date_gmt":"2018-12-30T22:44:03","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/archive.onesentencepoems.com\/?p=5070"},"modified":"2018-12-30T20:17:45","modified_gmt":"2018-12-31T02:17:45","slug":"alan-toltzis-series","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/archive.onesentencepoems.com\/?p=5070","title":{"rendered":"Alan Toltzis (series)"},"content":{"rendered":"<h1><span style=\"color: #000000;\"><strong>Alan Toltzis <span style=\"color: #808080;\">(series)<\/span><\/strong><\/span><\/h1>\n<h2><span style=\"color: #800000;\">Goldfish<\/span><\/h2>\n<p>They grew waddling fat\u2014<br \/>\norange and white globes<br \/>\ngliding through green waters<br \/>\nto feast on insects and algae,<br \/>\nflakes and pellets tossed into the pond,<br \/>\ntheir own eggs and fry.<\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<h2><span style=\"color: #800000;\">Beggars<\/span><\/h2>\n<p>Habit taught them greed<br \/>\ngulping at food\u2019s satisfying promise<br \/>\nwhenever I neared<br \/>\nsending shadows across the surface<br \/>\nthat drew their pleading lips<br \/>\ninto the alien air asking<br \/>\nmore, more, more.<\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<h2><span style=\"color: #800000;\">Binge<\/span><\/h2>\n<p>Where I saw thin and yellowing locust leaves<br \/>\nskittering through air like celebration,<br \/>\nthey saw something that might be gorged upon\u2014<br \/>\nswallow, spit, swallow again.<\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<h2><span style=\"color: #800000;\">63.8 Degrees North<\/span><\/h2>\n<p>Earth angled into its inhospitable orbit<br \/>\ntilting farther from the sun<br \/>\nthe water stiffened<br \/>\nas its molecules expanded, aligned, slowed,<br \/>\ncrystallizing from the rocky edged shore<br \/>\ninward towards its core,<br \/>\nzeroing past zero.<\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<h2><span style=\"color: #800000;\">Deep Winter<\/span><\/h2>\n<p>Locked below a thickening block of ice,<br \/>\nthe fish<br \/>\nslowed<br \/>\ntoo,<br \/>\ndrifting<br \/>\ndownward<br \/>\nto wait, weightless<br \/>\nin watery space,<br \/>\namid cold blankets of sludge and debris,<br \/>\nthe rotten remnants of their waste,<br \/>\ntime rotating forward all around them.<\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<p><span style=\"color: #800000;\"><strong>Alan Toltzis <\/strong><em><span style=\"color: #000000;\">(<\/span><\/em><\/span><em><a class=\"sbm-text link link-color accessible-link\" href=\"http:\/\/alantoltzis.com\/\" target=\"linked\" rel=\"noreferrer noopener\">alantoltzis.com<\/a>), the author of <\/em>49 Aspects of Human Emotions<em> and <\/em>The Last Commandment, <em>had a lovely goldfish pond once upon a time.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Alan Toltzis (series) Goldfish They grew waddling fat\u2014 orange and white globes gliding through green waters to feast on insects and algae, flakes and pellets tossed into the pond, their own eggs and fry. 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