O at the Edges

Musings on poetry, language, perception, numbers, food, and anything else that slips through the cracks.

trout

Truchas (Elevation 8,000 Feet)

Climbing
these stairs,

I resemble
a trout

flopping
in dry air,

another gasp
and a ratcheting

heart rate, up,
out, and through

that opening,
into the pale glow.

steep

I spent a glorious four days in New Mexico, in the company of poets. The Tupelo Press Truchas Conference outdid itself again.

domainofshane23 on October 10, 2018 at 10:14 am said:

Cool poem…I expected it to be about fishing

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- robert okaji on October 10, 2018 at 11:17 am said:
  
  That’s poetry for you!
  
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stephanielharper on October 10, 2018 at 11:52 am said:

Hallelujah for the company of poets!

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- robert okaji on October 10, 2018 at 12:11 pm said:
  
  There’s nothing like it! I especially enjoyed spending time with you and Brother Clyde!
  
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bingingonabudget on October 10, 2018 at 12:22 pm said:

Great poem, you’re so talented.

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- robert okaji on October 10, 2018 at 4:51 pm said:
  
  You’re very kind. Thank you.
  
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httpmuliananovels on October 11, 2018 at 10:34 am said:

GOOD POEM. AND COULD YOU CHECK OUT THE PERFECT ONE FOR ME IN MULIANA 7.

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thelateexpress on October 11, 2018 at 9:24 pm said:

I like the simplicity

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- robert okaji on October 12, 2018 at 8:19 am said:
  
  Thank you.
  
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