Nothing But Fish Eggs



Standing in a lily stream empty of trout,
still casting until the waters, fished out, open up
And draw me to the softened ground
Where I sit, eyes on the laughing sky
Undressed in sight of no one
But the fish eggs.

~Patricia Hickman

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