14 March 2011

#21

A red fish
the size of a young child
startles up through the trees.
Who, sitting around
the little concrete tables,
will remember it for me?


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Bob said...

Deep, poignant, beautiful. A master at work, here.

September 7, 2011 at 6:25 PM

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