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Volume 7 Issue 3
Page 5
Page 5
It used to matter how long you stayed
You with your foxgloves in hand, and dinner
Once it was a native trout with a jeweled lip
Someone’s catch uncaught, then caught again
You with your foxgloves in hand, and dinner
Charming the thrum from grouse
Someone’s catch uncaught, then caught again
I take wine deep into the woods even when it rains
Charming the thrum from grouse
You don’t always tell the truth
I drink wine in the woods when it rains
You lift jagged stones from a sparsely falling creek
You don’t always tell the truth
and lift jagged stones from a sparsely falling creek
Once you brought me a native trout with jeweled lip
It used to matter how long you stayed
You with your foxgloves in hand, and dinner
Once it was a native trout with a jeweled lip
Someone’s catch uncaught, then caught again
You with your foxgloves in hand, and dinner
Charming the thrum from grouse
Someone’s catch uncaught, then caught again
I take wine deep into the woods even when it rains
Charming the thrum from grouse
You don’t always tell the truth
I drink wine in the woods when it rains
You lift jagged stones from a sparsely falling creek
You don’t always tell the truth
and lift jagged stones from a sparsely falling creek
Once you brought me a native trout with jeweled lip
It used to matter how long you stayed
| That Shimmering Possibility By Quinton Hallett |
In Refuge from Flux, Finishing Line Press, © 2010.