Today's poem is by Ross Leckie
The Fish in the Shallows
The fish nestle in the calm of the current,
keep their complacency with a flick
of their tails. They must be all muscle
to come to standstill near the applause
of the sunlight, their olive backs
just visible in the water's clarity
beneath the bridge's shadow.
Love can be like this, the moment
of poise in the river's flourish, the weeds
bending to the water's insistant shove.
The way you can peer into the murk,
the way it settles over the rocks
like a magician's black cloth draped
over a woman's body. You imagine
love vanished into thin air, the glittering
air under the spotlights. The fish
nuzzle into the cold of the current,
their backs to the glow of the tepid shoals.
Copyright © 2005 Ross Leckie All rights reserved
from Saranac Review
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