En-ti-at-kwa

The sun's gone west and left this valley
Shadowed. On its northern side, the
Pines and rocks and grass remain in
Light from halfway toward the top.
The river surges next to me, its clear
And frigid water pushing hard, almost
In anger, at the boulders that are in its
Way. A deep and tranquil pool begins
A little past this log I'm on. Trout are
In it, moving slowly on the bottom
Where it's deep. They're browns,
And when the sun has passed, they're
Very hard to see. They needn't fear
Me. I have come today without a
Fishing pole. I don't want to take
Their lives. I'm trying to save mine.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-09-19 at 23:58

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