“‘What have you got there?’ ‘It’s snapper.’/“Did you catch it?’ ‘No, my dad caught it—/He says to watch out for any tiny bones.'”
Author: Harold Jones
Five Poems of Neighborhood
4 x 9
“Anyone who keeps/A compost heap knows the whole of life”
Fly Fishing
“What does it bring to light?/What meaning is there to land?/Have you killed a bit of me? I doubt it.”
Oncology
“More truths than cancer creep beneath our speech.”
The River Walk
“They bring us here, to a place/Elsewhere, where there is no motion”
Epilogue
“The citruses will still bear fruit, and if not these,/There will be others to form the soft flesh/Of oranges, new limes: all creating in their rot.”
Equinox
“Yet the cold does not rest there.”