Fish

The last conversation we had was so short
too short, and the memory so small
it'd fit in your pocket, but bright
and clear
like that day we went fishing
(before, back when we still went out fishing)
and found
once we'd thrown back the catch, that here
off to the side in the shade
in a thicket
that snagged our clothes and the line
and you nearly fell out
remember that?

There were blueberries there.
And we never did untangle the line
we just left the whole pole
because it was a good marker
and fishing was never our thing anyway



Poetry by Baskenmütze
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Written on 2012-02-15 at 19:16

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Well done! This is a nicely-written poem.
2012-02-16