**Modern Life of a Striped Bass as Lake Mead DisappearsA Poem by W. Barrett MunnPUBLISHED IN THE AWAKENING REVIEW SPRING ISSUE 2023***
My house, my yesterdays have been repossessed, the world reduced to apartment sized by a wandering powdery white, this white line high on the limestone cliffs higher today than the false hopes of rain, my world, downsized another thirsty inch.
Nooks and crannies I once used now hide high in the facing rock trapped inside those miniature worlds is whatever life is left.
Fleeing feast I sorely need, are bones lying on caked cracked mud brittle now and bleached.
I search the deeper water, I search for longer life, I search to quell my hunger a phantom that chases itself.
Cold is lower, lower still only rise when sunlight dies circling to follow the path that attracts laid out by the bright moonlight.
A nibble here, a small bite there nothing to satiate or sustain, it won't be long until I lie on the caked cracked mud bleached and brittle bones. © 2024 W. Barrett Munn |
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Added on July 20, 2022 Last Updated on June 17, 2024 AuthorW. Barrett MunnTULSA, OKAboutI'm Winston. I spend two hours each morning trying to find that "self-forgetfull, totally useless concentration" that Elizabeth Bishop wrote about that allows art to be both made and enjoyed. I&rsq.. more..Writing
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