Bronze Fish


Cup this leaf
until vein touches
vein, the flowing,
the not flowing.
Stem, wrist,
apex, fingertips.

This leaf has
held swollen raindrops,
the red ladybug beetle.

Trace the imprint
of finch’s beak, the bluebird’s
lifting off with the inchworm.

Thumb snagged fluff
of summer thistle.

Your palm is a cradle for this,
so smooth the web to fit your hand
like the whorl of a funnel
weaver, close your fingers.

Catch it all: release.

By Pat Anthony


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