(like new) all around the world

there’s no memory

just the automatic flip-flop
of a fin

the open-closure of my mouth
to taste delicious water

I have no delightful




haven’t I been here
at least just once before

no recognition
of my good friend aqua-man
or his diving suit
neither one of which
has ever stopped their friendly waving
since they grounded
long ago
just before

everything is new
on every circumnavigation
of the world

I’m really not sure
is that you

your face seems
so familiar

it’s just my own reflection
in the bowl

© Frank Prem, 2009

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