A Spring in Loubressac, near Bretanoux

aabba

3 3 2 2 3 

--/

/--

-/-

three three two two three

softly loud

damnit, yes /-/

damn damn damn /--

a big ask damnit all

he practices casting words as feet

that will adhere

to meaning

catch a trout

catch the fame he seeks

but now fame’s caught he must reel it in

what he writes now

will likely stay

if only just clung like lichen to rock

by that spring where she bent to hold a pail

right beside a blackbird’s nest

the blackbird

did not move

the blackbird did not move it knew safety for a while

no hawk stooped no crow swooped to steal to break warm blue eggs

not while we watched her sit intent 

flowing water pattering into the pail 

 

Dick Russell © Richard M. Russell

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