No longer sick. Very behind on reading. Looking forward to catching up. So here's a revisions of a poem I wrote my senior year of undergrad. Old to me but new to us.
I love these lines:
"I remember
the bus passing a wide oval lake—the reflective sparkles
of sunlight resembled fast flying fish—
shaped like the mouth of a surprised trout—freshly fished
and made one with the newly baitless hook while it wonders
where the worm went."
And those two ending lines--I love how they bring a fast-running poem to a halt, like the end of the bus ride.
I love these lines:
"I remember
the bus passing a wide oval lake—the reflective sparkles
of sunlight resembled fast flying fish—
shaped like the mouth of a surprised trout—freshly fished
and made one with the newly baitless hook while it wonders
where the worm went."
And those two ending lines--I love how they bring a fast-running poem to a halt, like the end of the bus ride.