Tangle Blue Lake, Trinity Alps
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red-bellied trout flinker through the shallice
shallow shadow lattice flished with algae
gnats congluster by the marshy margins
i will not write the poem where i falter
at the ridgeline/ in silence i scragg my knees
towards the alter/ towards language wisapearing
in the pines/ cag tongue before drinking from the chalice
no malice as we blumber through these scree fields
those haze-days above the treeline when the work is done
(i do not blame the net for its holes)
i was not meant to snapture minnows
or snap every glimmer
but heatjune cannot lingerback/
lick pages for its taste
scribblage the trout slick and fat
i only reelsnatch what i can eat