trout [ 8 ] September 2000
Kateri Akiwenzie-Damm [ 1, 2 ]

 

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

one day

Waabigonii Giizis


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© 2000 Trout &
Kateri Akiwenzie-Damm



 
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