The Brook Trout
Cold shadowed creek flow
where the trout come from the depth
like a hanging man,
the sun spring,
a poem of water breaking.
Blurred sky, the afternoon light
scatters through the infinity of trees,
damask and mandala,
a ring of trees, your forehead,
a necklace in the fire.
I speak to you, of this, my distance,
disavowal of the man I was
and continue
the reign of the raven,
the fish break through my skin.
- John Swain 2016
John Swain lives in Louisville, Kentucky, USA.
Least Bittern Books published his second collection, Under the Mountain Born.
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