The Angler
I thought I had lost this, but dug it up looking for something else. Originally composed Spring of 2012 and I'm rather fond of it.
It takes the air, a risen trout,
Gilded by my angle’s misperception,
Then it starts at something I cannot perceive
And, soundless, recedes.
I sit, still or patient, on the bank;
Cuyahoga music and a halcyon sufficient company.
Observe attentive as lips’ ripples
Heal momently a broken surface:
Wait,
And look for it to rise again.
Alright, your complaint is just, where are these newer poems I am working on and keep promising and not delivering? They are actually on their way, the final edits are simply more time-consuming than initially assumed. Want to see them? Want others to see them? There’s still space in here, why not