Leftover Fish

Leftover fish

 

Leftover fish, and this can of corn and beets, bring me bliss,

 

Sushi sounds nice,

A night out in the city drowned by lights,

 

The tart corn and sweet beets are as pleasing.

 

The white walls, sunny window shades, soothing fan reminiscent of wind; my harmony,

 

The world seems to differ.

 

The cars are out of their parking spots,

The trains are moving non-stop,

 

 

A night out moving swiftly through the city sounds lovely.

 

The overcooked fish, seems to bring contentment,

 

I could be anywhere,

 

But gratitude exists in this place; I dare not move.