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Old Cast-Net
21:59 Apr 03 2010
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The last orange moments of the day

Catch rides on the backs of dragonflies

To menace my path with their fleeting shadows.



“Chirra chirra” sings the Frog King

Hypnotically from the long grass stems,

“Won't you rest? Won't you rest?”



But the woodpecker drums in the distant wood,

Soft and steady, pull me forth

And add my heart to their steady beat.



How many summers ago did we crouch here

Along this bank, jeans rolled to our knees,

Tying rocks on strings to weigh down an old cast-net?



It is so late and surely time now to rest

When the dragonflies span their wings across the world,

Ferrying the last day gems over the horizon



Like an ancient viking ship, alight to Valhalla,

Steered by the noble and the dear

Where we dare not follow.



I crouch along the marshy bank, pocketing wet rocks

That shine like gems, my jeans rolled to the knees

For wading, for following, my friend.



“Chirra chirra” sings the Frog King

Gently from the long grass stems waving beside me

And the cool waters, soft and steady... pull me forth.