Sunday, April 10, 2011

half sonnet for fish

down valley, another muddy overflow
takes over the stream, the field, the road, and
everything - or very nearly. so here's
the question: do fish wonder when the sun
will come again? do they whine about that,
never thinking of the anglers who see
it all, whenever it does? safety in silt --

and gritty clouds of Wallowa sluiceouts.