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MONEY for Charles Simic There was a cod in the fish store following me the way eyes of great paintings follow you through museums. They wrapped himup for me. I got lost on the way home whispering through the paper to my loaded cod. Strangers I passed were convinced he was a loaf of bread. Wherearewe He talked quite naturally given his condition. Where are we You were saying just now. The dark souls of aII the fish Ive eaten are European black as wallets. Their street goes on forever shiny with oil.