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🦋 Fish

What a fantastic prompt this is, from Breytenbach's Intimate Stranger: "Poetry is fishing for memories in time." Reckon I'll go drop a line in the murky waters...

posted morning of Sunday, November 17th, 2013
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Dark flashes of memory flicker
beneath the slow murky waters of time's river.
I peer uncertain into the black
to where my line sits slack
untouched:
bait squirms still on the hook
that I reel in and cast again.

posted morning of November 17th, 2013 by J

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