The Means to Stay

Overlooking a patch

Of cultivated blooms

On a summer morning,

The cultivated thoughts

Of an animated

Drawing of a robot

Rose in small thought balloons

Like bubbles from the mouth

Of a captive goldfish.

I wish I had the means

To stay by this garden

Watching flowers blossom,

Burbled the robotic

Word balloons. But flowers

Have to wither and die,

So I would grow lonely

Watching here forever.

It’s a very pensive

Robot, explained the wise

Child animating it.

It does look like a fish

A little, though, you’re right.

The robot stood stiffly,

Unrealistically

For a human, but not

Too bad for a robot.

I have to go and be

Sad for dying flowers

And never dying me.

Bubbles burst, mournfully.