I think this is my favorite poem in the short Kindle book I put out, An Autumn Treatise.
As I’m sure is often the case, when I ask others what there favorite from the collection is, this one never comes up. Poetry is personal though, and we can’t as writers take offence in the preferences of others. It’s the very nature of subjectivity, and it’s what brings words to life on the page.
So here’s Trout Spotted.

“Risen from the glacial moraines Of 1989, you run through My mind like cold water.” http://t.co/ygDbjRjn