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Flying Fish (for Barbara)Fish fly through water, through air, hang from trees.You are a Koi one my fish-kin, my friend. Waves splash against shore, rock in the breeze. Coho flash, silvery-salmon fleur-de-lis. Maritime mathematics, the bay's minuend. Fish fly through water and hang from trees. Our Lady's stone-cold, silent coterie. Lines cast, sunfish circle widest at day's end. Waves splash against shore, rock in the breeze. Ships in bottles, brandy, eau de vie. Tope swim parhelic circles at world's end. Fish fly through water, through air, hang from trees. So what's to become of you? And, of me? Deep stream trout hold course, weather-fend. Waves splash against shore, rock in the breeze. Stars of Jupiter, of Ganymede. You are an angel my fish-kin, my friend. Fish fly through water and hang from trees. Waves splash against shore, rock in the breeze. |
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Issue #18, December, 2000 :
Santa Fe Poetry Broadside.