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P O E T R Y
by Rita Mae Reese
| Fishes and Plums
for Preston Richardson
The plums of William Carlos Williams I would send you
For nutrition. A meal I would make of the trout
Elizabeth Bishop caught if she had not thrown it back.
My tiny kitchen in Florida would fill with iridescent smells.
For nutrition, a meal I would make you of the trout
Mechanics talk about, greeting each other with fish stories slippery as
My tiny kitchen in Florida would fill with such affetuoso aromas
And stories gleaned from each other's skin, with dense poetry
The mechanics still talk about, greeting each other with poetry slippery
As common as Formica, meaning glancing off of the glistening density
Of stories gleaned from another's skin. Dense poetry
Would carry you flying over 1-75 on the back of a trout
As common as Formica. Meaning glances off of the glistening density
Of the plums of William Carlos Williams that I have sent you
To carry you down 1-75, wheels for the silver trout
Elizabeth Bishop caught. If only she had not thrown it back.