Fish blood

 

I would have swum up any river
for his sake just like the fairy-tales
that is how he caught me in his wake
always five notes ahead, the very five
that I had taken into my head
And scarcely was I lying on his wet board
than a voice said if the sunlight
falls into the smoke-house the
braces glitter like ingots of gold

 

 

 

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