Jack Bedell, Two Poems

Just a Beginning (2)

What a slow breath let out on the porch
as the sun rises over pine trees—

my wife teaching our daughter
to brown roux without burning flour.

End of the Line

—for Maurice Manning

The old men back home claim they can tell
what’s on the end of their lines
by the tug it gives when their hooks snag—

Backwash from flounder; dash
and trick from speckled trout.

But what of the giant catfish
that lies still in the silt
and waits their lines out?

 

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