Better to meet a friend at the aquarium than any parkSoft blue meeting halls and a tide-slosh of small crowdsSchools of chatter and curious glances glint on glassA volunteer wizard tells me how the rays will danceAs long as you don’t splash, give them timeBut I’ll drift eventually, over to a snug familiar cornerWhere the lights are dimmer, the glass thickerHere, old friends peer lazily from half-pipesTurn the head, acknowledge and retreatMany times before, I fancied I could coax a smileOr twist some tangibly happy shape from them Now I realize only that I am still annoyedThat they don’t sell dolls of them in the gift shop.