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Minnows 2
Whatever the cost I pay up at the minnow pools.
I don’t know anything of the misery of these trapped fish,
or the failure of the marsh I’m so hidden.
Up above is the island with its few houses facing
the ocean God walks with anyone there. I often
slosh through the low tide to a sister
unattached to causeways.
It’s where deer mate then lead their young
by my house to fields, again up above me.
Pray for me. Like myself be lost.
An amulet under your chest, a green sign of the first
rose you ever saw, the first shore.
Then I wash my horse, dogs, me behind the barn.
Only the narrow way leads home.
Source: Poetry (November 2011).
Poem Categorization
SUBJECT Nature, Animals, Landscapes & Pastorals, Seas, Rivers, & Streams
Poetic Terms Free Verse
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