enjoyed this, Caleb, & went & learned what an opercle is. i think i'd
want that 'the' on the same line, though. someday i'll have to hear you
read your poems, to see what you want from some of your line
breaks....,
but the reflections there & generated, yeah....
Doug
On 17-Apr-07, at 2:08 AM, Caleb Cluff wrote:
> At first
> glimpse, a tiny silver fish
> turning over
>
> in a water-glass, scaled flesh making the water
> shine and reflect;
> edge of each scale a black rill and the
>
> opercle
> standing like a fresh coin, on its edge.
> Not
>
> the matter of turning, greater oceans and expanses,
> sea and saltwaters,
> still, land-locked lakes, reservoirs possessed
>
> of depths
> almost solid with thought and near-dissolved generations
> of everything.
>
> Rather the tiny snag, the silver fish, and all within
> our shallow shifts, ever deepening.
>
> Caleb Cluff
> Majorca 17/04/07
>
>
>
>
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