Fish Window Number 10

“The following days were like
the first, bright and cold,
without any more snow.”

–Guy De Maupassant

Fish Window Number Ten


Jimmy B. barely finesses through
Cabin anxiety. His cabin’s cabinned
By tangential cabins developed
By a once-a-week image:
A wolf tearing tendrils,
A dog ripping flesh. Only devotion
To windows, oily and warped
Outwits piles in his brain.

Against greenest green, Jimmy B.,
Having noticed several robins,
Discovers blooms of white,
Receding whitest white,
Long since an echo avalanche
De Maupassant, gives way to
Bursting blanche et blanc
On gray, over green, under red-breast.





Copyright, Doug Stuber, 1987. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given, and with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.


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