Fishmonger's yelling--
          their tone; open, penetrating
          casting shadows with wet rubber soles
Puddles of sleet.
The first it snowed, dominoes trample, the ground shakes
        gravity forces bowing of

                             concrete ice sheets
                              that rest above raging flows
fish knew what had happened
surrounded by scales
                        weighing the blame
An addict who is crying, lashing, calling out
for an intervention

                                                               ­            finally sets a date
From here his voice still echoes in my cranial apartments
                                                      ­              spaces to rent, pets allowed under 65lbs...
$300 deposit....
the fishmongers  yelling still
                                     singing their gilled vibrato chorus
I'll learn to live by the stormy ocean
and love myself, my voices and my choices