I watched them once, at dusk, on television, run,
in our motel room half-way through
Nebraska, quick, glittering, past beauty, past
the importance of beauty.,
What is the light
at the end of the day, deep, reddish-gold, bathing the walls,
the corridors, light that is no longer light, no longer clarifies,
illuminates, antique, freed from the body of
that air that carries it
superb philosophical.
we can observ in this poem that the poet has collected the theam from the nature use by salmon fish.it gives us her poetic capability, the way of her writing poetry in distintive way.
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