morning on the river



At grey dawn the coarse fish

lie on the sandy bottom

like low organ chords


In bright day

schools of silversides

rush and wheel in refracted light

like a swirling harp.


A pair of trout

shiver and dart and vanish

like plucked violin notes.


Copyright 2015

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