Koi

She tries to cut her hair,
but the scissors won’t bite.
Rusted from the rain
because her roof has been gone
since the meteor shower.
An incomplete suit of armor
from way back in the past
droops off its stand like
the shell of a discouraged soldier.
Empty houses cut the shadows
that fall along her window
and although she knows
that none of them are coming back.
She stays where she is.
Skies of solid gray are everyday
and she cuts up carrots
to throw into her koi pond
so the fish will become more orange.
They aren’t much for eating
though and swim their daily laps
in perfect circles.

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