Caddisfly Poem by Mark Heathcote
Caddisfly
There are times I wish I were a caddisfly
the lure of a rainbow trout's eye
nothing-special in the way-I-look
head or tails way-up, on a barbed hook.
Just that-I's plain with no songs to savour
let me drown preserved in molten amber.
Let me perish with flowers unvisited nectar.
By the waterside with no more tenure
Or lease than a poem once whispered.
Whose timbre-
the likes of is never heard again.
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