Felix Dowsley

 

 

 

Slow Life: Osprey and Fisherman 

 

 

With the stature

of the osprey

outside my house who stalks

the snakes at night,

Robo sits in his chair feet rooted

to the concrete his nephew’s cousin planted

smoking his blunt sipping

rainwater thinking of the fish

he will catch tomorrow.

He is fading

across my nextdoor mind

in and out between the shadows

as the osprey does on the road

out front my house.

 

Eli borrows water from the spigot

for drinking and to mix up concrete.

Rainwater his father leased me.

Eli shares the water with Robo,

and another blunt; no rum tonight for Eli

no powdered mania yes

the wind is down the sea sleeps soothed

there will be fish tomorrow.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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