The Uncertainty of Water

.walking along                                         
with the flow of the creek                                 
             where he was born     from the stony banks
and thin-leafed trees          

he sees Egairia
feeling tense                                                    
trying to keep   her smile         

her fondness
staying
as if he were hers
He knows                                        

downstream   a way                                                
in the middle                                
of muddy water
there is a fish                     

From the riffles
                       as long    as his arm
                           as fat    as his thigh
                    docile                 as his affection

he brings it       benign                                     
by her doubt
                  to the filleting
          stand
where the elderly
                  woman
 
                   knife in hand
                                     waits to know
              if she’ll give it

                                              a try

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