on the riverbank

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My Poetry

truth is like

that full-grown rainbow trout
you somehow caught
when you were six

impressed grandpa
that it did

he’s laughed up a storm

stopping only because he wanted another drink
from his can of beer

you holding on to it for dear life

as it wiggles and squirms
and shimmers
for freedom

gasping
for air

15 Comments

  1. oh heavens…what a deep and dark post…in my youth, long ago , I went fishing..caught a big fish, saw the suffering, pretended not to see it, left it to die on the bank of lake…threw it back. I still feel so guilty about that.

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