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Fish Pond at 60

by William F Dougherty

Year by year the pond
puckered into marsh,
stifling orange carp

hanging within its reeds,
feints of light
in silt-drab water:

glints long wasted
bleached to spines
cling to mud banks

slick as frog skin.
Sunk amid cattails,
bold skiff of odysseys

rots into relic
as the pond’s failing font
seeps away from itself like a stain.


Posted on 06/27/2012
Copyright © 2020 William F Dougherty

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by George Hoerner on 06/27/12 at 12:22 PM

OH yes, age does change ones perspective on things doesn't it. Very nice write William.

Posted by Gregory R Schelske on 06/28/12 at 09:48 PM

This...this IS poetry. It is elegantly simple. Well done, sir!

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