Friday, 22 January 2016

2016 / 018

The River's Depth

He showed her where the trout lie
fat and sleek in the calm spot
behind the river stones,
cold and slippery to the touch
and in the tall grass by the riverbank
showed her how to tickle them
until they jumped in her hand.
She could never catch them
and when he caught her using a landing net
slapped her leg so hard she fell.
But the broken ankle put her off
and forever afterward
he blamed himself for her vegetarianism
and her preference for the company
of ladies.

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