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Trout

So many fish in this stone cold river,
but you’d recognize me from my torpedo shape
and my one dress:  a blue-green rainbow
with a pink streak along my sides, white underbelly,
bespattered with black spots on back and fins
like stars sprinkling a winter sky.

All day and night I swim here
where wavelets call to one another,
where the water curls around a bend,
where a moon bent rests her light head
in the wet bosom of night.

The longer I’m here, the higher
I leap and arch and hurl manes of flying spray
into fresh water.  Such joy in flying high
toward blue cloud-ruffled skies, then diving
into deep waters while avoiding thin whips
from banks and boats.  It’s a turn-about fact
that trout are here today, gone tomorrow
without leaving a trace.  

So let us plow paths, make bubbles
and live with great gusto!