Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Sunlight soil and water,
the Hank Aaron (former) homerun king sandwich.
Former: cocktailed from history's highball of fame,
left out wind-twisted in late-night Chubby Checker marathons,
an asterisk's footnote.
Could be worse:
Harder to be a fish,
whose life beats odds of exponential shrinkage
and just before the life-dream's achieved
she hits the wall.
Her estrogen-laden piscine brain's last thought:
Her mercury diet betrayed
with a concrete kiss.
Formerly: One in ten million spawn,
the (parallel universe) Pete Rose payoff.
The plants are the lucky ones.
But that poor little fish! Wonder what would have happened if there hadn't been the wall across the stream? Maybe got back to the pool where she was from (isn't it salmon that know the right rivers?)... and like the line on the luck of the plants too... they may very well be better off... but I'll reserve judgment on that...
But a question too... the label "non fiction"??? How do you figure? Or is that another drop of water, falling from the gate?
jon: thanks, glad you enjoyed it. this is a true story that happens to salmon in rivers with dams across the continent every year.
Devin: thanks so much, don't know about talent but i'm glad you enjoy my posts and i do enjoy yours as well - always educational.
ivan: it's enough to make you go craaazy.
TWM: well, exactly. as you often do you nailed it on the head.
Of course they bring their mistakes there because they want to leave them behind, but endorse them to somebody, to make them be the ones that carry their wrong stuf.
MD: Glad you enjoyed.
MS: I think we bring our mistakes because we don't even realize they are mistakes.
Ultra: My head just imploded. And a bunch of algae leaked out.