Poem: May This Water That Drowned You Bless You | Poetry | Hudson Valley | Chronogram Magazine
Tin boats with little people and their poles hooks flies and lures bask and rummage
among the green plants that float in your sky. The colors of what you did
and who you were swim in the blues browns greens whites
reds and silvers where bass bream trout sunfish
catfish now glide and kick
their tails.

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