Friday, August 15, 2014

Feeding fish


We could be
there still
feeding fish
not fishing fish
fish fattened
an endless diet
bite-sized pellets
we throw
the mouths arch
bodies flail
and rush
flashing
white and gold
orange
water churns,
roils
we throw
bite-sized pellets
a chubby hand
tossing
bite-sized pellets
we could be
there still


Tweetspeak Poetry is still fishing for poems. Bait your hook and see what’s biting.


Photograph by Stephanie Young, Easter Sunday 2012. St. Louis Union Station.

3 comments:

Doug Spurling said...

bite sized pellets attached to a hook
more often than not comes up empty...
feeding fish

(love that tie)

Laurie Kolp said...

I love this, Glynn!

davis rosback said...

a lot of fishy fish
fishing around
for a bite