From the fishpond

I. Seasons (A poem in four linked haiku) We orange, we silver, we brazen dazzlers twisting around Summer's knees: gold torpedoes flirt with air and blue sky, black bugs sucked from water's lip into hungry throats. A daily feast of algae. We grow fat. But now comes Fall. Beware - and clupe with bulging eye … Continue reading From the fishpond