To be small
loose upon a heavy push of water
to be small
a child perhaps
or a child’s heart if you will
imagine
a rusty chain holding a grey wooden slat
grey wooden skin
from enduring weather
in narrow marshes
hook in the lip of the silverside
allows the fish
to swim for its life
it’s scared
the child remarks
to no one
autumn air warm
the bird calls somehow spring like
in their leaving
leaves rust up and look like bruises
winter winks in the color of marshgrass
