A Fisherman Leans On An Old Stone Bridge Poem by Michael Cayley

A Fisherman Leans On An Old Stone Bridge



A fisherman leans on an old stone bridge,
flattened by the sun behind him
to two dark dimensions. The paths
on either bank are lost in nettles.
He watches the sky as his line hangs
an inverted question
in a barely moving world of reflections.

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