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Third Goshen

Bright orange koi

in ponds ringing paradise

The Aryan gentleman

promises me things

Wearing a tulip

behind his ear

wagging his petit

black-and-white

buttocks Betty Boop

style regales me

with such as islands

for tumbling

thickets for splaying

barrels and waterfalls

for starting afresh

all the richness

of life’s vicissitudes

I take his glosses

at face value convinced

he just wants

the best for me

and my family

who gave their

oils and corals

moss manna and soil alike

up for the future

But he falls instead

to swimming with

bright orange koi

by ivy-latticed

lawns of the homeland

weaving his Goldilocks

curls with mint

swaying suggestively

in a light sarong

Simple to see

the creatures in whom

he meant to inspire

kinship only

swim on unmoved

I love the koi

I thought I loved

him but no

to the koi and koi

alone I feel loyal

Their loose glow

captures the closeness

the family once felt

stories till late

each of us cast

as saviors draped

in loofahs and

minks O Clark

Gable O Pavlova

They see me

waking with aught

but cinders for a heart

as our Aryan lovely

assures he can save

us but flays my mother