Stop looking    Go away    The great valley, too    Her
puzzle on the table undone Leaf on the glass    She looks
everywhere    There is no face, she says to the frozen bush
The foot steps she’s never seen    It’s not as though a
villain suddenly appears and tells us what to not and then
What to do

   

   

It’s not as though the beta fish want to fight    The color
lets them which is why every surface cannot have them
They stay in rows    When the rows are broken, the fish die

   

   

water Had them    No plants    No face    No way to find
Where she misplaced the way she looks for him     If he can
find What she doesn’t imagine He could see small clips
and baskets everywhere The way everything she can’t find
she organizes