Leo Yankevich

Silver Star - 3,233 Points (October 30,1961 / Farrell, Pennsylvania)

Tarn Catfish - Poem by Leo Yankevich

When viewed from the grey bridge above
they are black submarines that wait
to be refueled. Each collared dove
is their tanked diesel, the sandy shore
of the green isle their pastel plate.

With gaping mouths they drag them down
to the bone yards of pike and bass,
to the cold water, deep and brown,
then they release them at the door
between the clouds that pass and pass.

Topic(s) of this poem: fish


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  • Margaret O Driscoll (2/21/2016 4:34:00 AM)


    I see the fish preying on the collared dove (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, August 28, 2015



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