Monday, November 07, 2005

Fishing You

The leaves clog the flow
and the creek is moving slow
red
green
orange
yellow

The words make the gesture trip
and the hand is held in hesitant
stop
go
caution
slow

Eddie where is your air
Edify
the water grows stagnant
under the jewels of Autumn.
And all the time I was fishing you.

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