fishing
lines
1
the first time
you cast
the
line
was
cut
and
a stone heart
sinkered
to a salty grave
while
you spent
two years fishing
a dry creek bed
2
that
was a long time ago
or maybe it was
just yesterday
it's
so difficult
to
know anything
for
certain
anymore
3
except for the thought
of stingrays
in the bay at sunset
one ocean and one more
goodbye
away
4
here
it's snowing
again
the house is covered in ice, inside
it is warm
and tranquil, outside
the wind is bitter, it howls
like an injured wolf, crying
for companionship
here
the wind
is not
a
school
of
piranhas
in
the lungs
5
at the shore,
owl
is sleeping
on an outstretched
limb
your
thoughts, swimming
upstream to spawn, circling
dogfish, stalking the shallows
of his eyes
your
lover's name, he is
calling
when he wakes
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