Meditation #17

still
as the trout

resting
on the sand

in glass water

one flip
of one fin

reveals him
to be

gone

as you are
now

under the surface
with no sun above

one word

gone

or

enough

they sound the same
at times

the first drowns out the second
at too many other times

gone

the movement was so swift
as to be nearly invisible

but

it was

enough

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A poet with a history in slam, lots of publications; my personal poetry and a little bit of daily life and opinions. Read the page called "About..." for the details. View all posts by Tony Brown

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