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.
I spent a glorious four days in New Mexico, in the company of poets. The Tupelo Press Truchas Conference outdid itself again.
Cool poem…I expected it to be about fishing
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That’s poetry for you!
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Hallelujah for the company of poets!
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There’s nothing like it! I especially enjoyed spending time with you and Brother Clyde!
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Great poem, you’re so talented.
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You’re very kind. Thank you.
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GOOD POEM. AND COULD YOU CHECK OUT THE PERFECT ONE FOR ME IN MULIANA 7.
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I like the simplicity
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Thank you.
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