The girl kneels on the concrete slabs.
Dipping her hand into the water-
She spooks the carp within.
Laughing, she drops in tiny crumbs of bread,
That float around like little boats.
Suddenly, the carp are back,
Gobbling the bread from below.
She sits back, hugging herself with joy.
She’d love to take up a fish
And holding its slimy body
In her tiny hands.
She’d plant a kiss upon its scaly head.