Monday, July 25, 2011

Not a Poem About a Fish

A dark red leaf
Falls on my orange shirt
And is blown
Down to the dried-out lawn

There, many dark red leaves
Are snagged by the spiky grass and thistle

A winged insect
Teases pollen from a clover flower
And an ant
Whizzes across the cracks and chasms
Of its giant landscape

And, as often happens,
I am distracted from the poem
That I am trying to compose.

A poem about a fish

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