The Goldfish by Tim Tomlinson In a box pond alongside the lanai, the goldfish make orange angles in green water. The gardener feeds them each day at the same hour. When his shadow covers the pond, the goldfish kiss the surface. He believes they recognize him. “If you feed them at a different hour,” I ask, “would they recognize you then?” The gardener appears bemused. “At a different hour,” he says, “I’m not the same person.” Gyroscope Review 10 !