PORTRAIT
Once we went fishing, we draw
the morning of invisible lines. What a long heavy
reeds on the shore like bows
relaxed than ever tightened.
This was a contest of hours foreshadowed,
such peace prize along with a dry riverbed.
only saw a fish and my hands were playing with water
to be humble.
Once we went fishing and caught nothing, only an opportunity
intact
for having looked back as in the portrait. Owned
Delta (Visor, 2004)
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