Tuesday, July 10, 2018

too early



too early to dive, to swim
or for fishing
too early to make love
to make a nest, or for dreaming

some yell at the lake still frozen
to dive, swim, or fishing
some, perhaps, more matured
wait, patiently, until the wind blows

and the sun softens to melt
thick ice to water
that the fish may come up
to peep, to celebrate the spring

and sacrifice their flesh
that you may eat and drink
to make love
and multiply before you leave

henry victor      11.04.2007



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