Saturday, February 5, 2022

One Fish Out

institutional morning shoal and school
grey sneakered feet crossing the patio
leaving prints in the dew
on the line
steam rising from hot laundry
in the early spring cold

bare arms prickle passing through
wide shafts of golden sunlight
between the budded trees still leafless
bright beams shove aside the fog

to the Appalachian shadow 
head in a cloud 
descending to the valley
to the forbidden river of the horn

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