You ought to walk down
to the creek this time
of year, all crisp
and sun-cheeked, fallen leaves
and forest floor
to your knees. A deep pool
waits, with trees
and a shy trout and a crayfish
who never comes out. I think
they are the ones
the framed song
in the library
is about.
Entries from October 2009
Rimmed in Water
Posted Week 40 by Joa · 1 Comment
Tags: poetry