TROUT   [4] 

Robert James Berry: [1, 23, 4, 5]
 
Watching
 
  Watch 
The red hot handwriting of the sun smudge 

Then 
blot black fingermarks of dark 
at the trees' throats 

Release 
Is in the eyes of strays 
The savage cross mellow knees and 
Warm 

Soon the insects shall inherit the earth 
And haul a juggernaut of dark 
Over my head 
  

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