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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?