Boy And Fish Poem by ENO SUTRAMAN

The boy was standing near the window, looking at nowhere;
That nowhere was colourless, alluring, floating in it
There was a huge transcendental fish-white letters
On the top of an irresistible tower of gasworks,
The boy pressed his nose to the flying
Fish, adults, for some reason or other never did it even
When they were all alone, they didn't want to be stupid
The boy thought, when another ice age was coming to an end
In their hearts near the fish appeared a huge flying puddle-
it always flew away somewhere and always returned - women avoided it,
Men carefully walked around and disappeared - they lined up in a huge Line to the only working phone and called and when
They were answered carefully put it in place - saw the Boy,
They returned to the tower, stood around silently gazing up
With their hands uplifted to the sky imploring the Fish to condescend And swim in the puddle-They want fried fish, the boy thought, then came
The Gobi Desert Period and the Men undertook
A dangerous journey to it and begged, for half the salary,
A handful of precious sand from the fierce desert guards...
So times passed, clouds floated and water flowed - the Boy
Woke up, the gray-haired old man remembered -the fish was flying past, He went to the window, pressed his nose against the window pane...
-She flew away, and the puddle? , they are four now...

Afterword
There was a boy who loved a girl who painted
her nickname at the top of the huge tower for dozens of years it was there.