Hometown Fishing Spot
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1 min readFeb 2, 2017
The concrete bridge sits above a narrow water, murky
Yet able to reflect the reeds,
Crushed aluminum, and
Tangled ropes.
Soft-feathered birds leave the comfort of the shade,
Their leaving is a shaft of light’s reflection,
On concave mirrors. Fragments of the sky
Bent and absorbed
Into the arch of the day.
The sun plays victim to shade,
And dulls to a cold grey.
Between the water and the bridge
A paradox of shadows.
Birds move their slight
Bodies into that space,
And although it is dusk,
The sun reflecting nothing
Like a song sounding its final chorus.