Free verse № 7612
esopus creek
The fish lies
wriggling in place
under
the rainy surface
under
these logs and dead and
dying tree roots
under
the rainy surface
the saplings that never had a chance
still trying to reach up
into the stunted gray sunless light
the water so still and
dark and
out of place
you think you might go into it and
come out somewhere else.
This is where I drop my line.
5 comments
Although I suppose DA has a point. I'd say lurking instead of wriggling, but only because I'm a melodramatic fool. "still trying to reach up" could just be "still reaching" ??? I dunno. But I really like this poem, even if those really are flaws.
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