I thought
in roes.
Un-red,
&
un-said,
I thought
in molecular bubbles amassing within.
Un-scene,
&
un-herd,
–belief making the Way–
I found fish tales aground.
(nascent tales)
About
/——–/
so big,
/——–/
and that wide
and
tentative in my waders
at private pool
–that everyone & no one knows about–
I threw back the big ones
. . .
so I was able to see
the schools.
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