Turtles and flying fish

And the laughter seemed
somehow the turtle changed the flow
the conversation drifting from the flying fish
to left over bbq still in the fridge from
last sunday’s party
the stuttering of the turtle
at times frustrating
left time to think of replies
you didn’t feel the need
didn’t feel like making fun of the turtle
I suspect
the flying fish, fried as it were
by comments and vague threats
felt this was unfair
perhaps that the turtle was
seeking harmony rather
than dealing with the issue
the clearing of space
of water
of time
to fly away.
And the conversation lagged
the BBQ now done
with only feathers remaining
from the flying fish
the turtle, belching
as he walked by.

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