September 5, 2009

After The Conversation

By Tony Brown

I went to the riverbank
and tossed a cigarette
onto the pool at the base of the dam.

In the dusk, it arced,
red star smooth, then winked out.
I think I heard a fish strike on it.

I don’t like to think about
what happened to that fish.
Fire, poison,

cold water, a body slipping along
until it lodged in the rocks. 
I refuse to imagine it.

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4 responses to “After The Conversation”

  • D!'s avatar Utopian Fragments
    September 6th, 2009 at 2:49 pm

    i really like your style and saying. there – i have said it.

    (and.. each cigarette contaminate 100 liter of drinking water – just good to know)

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    • Tony Brown's avatar Tony Brown
      September 6th, 2009 at 3:12 pm

      Yup. Of course, the fish hit ’em anyway…When I was a kid, I used to use butts on a hook for perch. Never failed.

      Thanks for the attention and your kind words…plenty here to check out, so look around a bit…

      Reply
  • Tony Brown's avatar Tony Brown
    September 6th, 2009 at 11:09 am

    thanks for commenting…

    Reply
  • Samanthamj's avatar Samantha
    September 6th, 2009 at 1:01 am

    poor fishy… I refuse to imagine it also… lets just say, (for our own good) there was no fish… your cigarette was only spat out by the splash of one…. there, now don’t you feel better? I do. 😉

    enjoying the blog here… glad to have stumbled in from my tag surfing…

    Reply

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