...the letter killeth, but the spirit giveth life...

Sunday, March 14, 2010

S.P. Poem #49: Brief Turn

The fish, flayed on the rock,

Rinsed in the creek, is wet

And firm. The water speaks

In rough whispers. Talking

Life in breezes, we hooked

The catch, not intending

Any surprise. It came,

Like that, always like that.

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