River sleek the rail-
road runs, under the trellis
and into the trees.
A slow breeze ripples
the shadows. Under the leaves
the track flows swift, sure -
a steel current, glanced
with light. The man on the bridge
dangles his line. Waits.
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3 comments:
Train as a fish? Very nice.
//"trellis" is such a lovely word.
lovely.
Nice complement to this poem.
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