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.
Rimmed in Water
Posted Week 40 by Joa · 1 Comment
Tags: poetry
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1 Bruce // Oct 6, 2009 at 8:25 am
Another terrific poem–it seems like each new one becomes my favorite.
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