Wednesday, September 15, 2010

beached rescue

baby salmon
soft, silver flesh
heaving mouth
yawning
yearning for water
on the sand

I lift the soft
silver bullet
pulsing, aching
water's air
a lap away

slipped from death
the mouth opens
its salutation
a resuscitating
swallow
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3 comments:

  1. BrianSeptember 16, 2010 at 6:14 AM

    This one had me holding my own breath.

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  2. Chen-ou Liu, 劉鎮歐September 16, 2010 at 8:46 AM

    I second Brian.

    And your use of alliteration (a lot of s's sounds) and wordplay is impressive.

    Chen-ou

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  3. Kay TracySeptember 16, 2010 at 10:57 PM

    Brian and Chen-ou:

    So glad you liked this one. I wrote of the experience with the fish, and then later read it with Matt. It was kind of suggestive. Oh, our fishy minds play games with us!

    ~Kay

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