Tuesday, January 27, 2015

winter fish

the fish, silver
bends of light
twisting together in
cold water,
winter thin,
swimming low
among the weeds,
moving slow
below the coat
of ice, but living,
still living,
and you above
walking near the edge
where it's hard
and thick, happy
not be to hungry,
or too cold,
or alone, like them.


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