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on the bridge where I miss you most
I cast a line

to the river

The moon shimmers
like a fish scale

or a ten-penny nail
a hand holding a hand


It’s true

With a line and enough patience
you can feed
your friends


Once we lay in the grass
shined up and watching
called Summer

Moon in the sky
Moon on the river

For a second it looked
like the ventral fins of perch

like our eyes
closed facing up

It was only
the bottle light


The big ones feed
down where the bank deeps off
in the darkness
where the little ones are scared to go


I love to look
at hearts
said the boy

I slit our trout
tail to jaw
on some newsprint

I laid its parts
on the newspaper
to show him

Posted 01/21/11
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