Robbin, July 2011


The answer in art appeals,
resides within, not without.
It adds, it multiplies

boundlessly: fresh, unnamed
senses like ripples from a pebble
spreading across pools

we harbor in our hearts
apart from politics,
from the legions of agendas

to satisfy the appetites
of power and greed
where might is right.

Art is not correct
and never stays the same,
illusive as the canyon wren’s

cascading song—I hear it now
again for the first time:
bear clover forever stirred

in memory miles away
in time and distance
trout fishing as a boy.


2 responses to “TROUT FISHING

  1. Lenore Brashear

    A river runs through it. Ever changing, never changing.


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