Thursday, April 05, 2007


I remember white paper birch

bullheads and miniature perch

off the end of a dock

on Long Lake.

That white headed eagle soaring



beyond the furthest red and white bobber

plucking a keeper

before my astonished eyes.

I remember his white puffy hat,

like an Amanitas-

a chef in the wilderness,

out of place, an unheeded


Plastic one gallon ice cream buckets

filling with clams

symmetrical mollusks

felt with toes

and dug from the mud.

I remember him calling-

stepping out of the water

my silty wrinkled toes

the dark cavity in the rooty tree

and white-faced hornets stinging.

I remember the Chef,

the Destroying Angel,

his flycatcher recipe-

he’s a preacher now



still serving barbs and scree.


Tiel Aisha Ansari said...

Hello KGT,

I'm hosting the Ringing of the Bards poetry carnival, April 15th. If you'd like to be included, leave a permalink to a poem here:

Carnival post

And don't forget to come back and see the carnival!

ozymandiaz said...

Like the imagery. Have a foew baldies living near our house, often flying over. Round here, though, they generaly wait for the ospreys to catch fish and then steal them. Hows that for a national icon...

Michelle said...

it is a sad injustice in this world that children are in the care of certain adults. hope you're doing ok, i miss you.

KGT said...

TIEL--Thanks for the invite. I will be sure to check it out.

OZ- Its funny you should mention national icon...

Michelle-your insight is deep, and refreshing. I'm ok-thanks for asking. Heavy into musing and mulling at the moment...are you blogging somewhere again yet?

Anonymous said...

This is wonderful. Brought me back to the frequent rainy days at the lake when I was growing up.

Rtwell said...

Conquer !

_Soulless_ said...

*whistles* This has got to be one of my all-time faves among your works. Cream-of-the-crop imagery. Not severe nor flashy, but just the right degree of elegance-slash-eloquence.


KGT said...

Louise- Thanks! I am enjoying what you and Madame B are doing over on "Stripped."

Rtwell- Sometimes I think conquest is a myth, sort of like a "buzz."

Soulless- Quite a compliment. Have missed you!!! Thank you much.