Spectral Fish
Caught bare-handed
at midnight,
full moon so bright
they roast in its light;
sweet taste of rivers
that perished long ago,
when this land was green,
when birdsong echoed from the frees;
such fish ran those streams!
This one swallowed a golden ring,
its spirit shivers down my spine.
Invisible,
I cast my line
reel in fish after fish.
At sunrise I wake
on a grassy bank,
around me birds
are calling:
they are singing,
what’s this here?
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