incident in long grass
intimate lunches under bright umbrellas
whispered secrets of the heart
shimmer beneath the surface of the water
all these things and more
I would seal in jars
or put behind glass in a museum
a golden fish
I once gave as a gift
that seemed almost living
all these things and more
are in need of preserving
like faraway eyes
stacked up on ice
opaque but still swimming
Another Way of Saying 