Richard Brautigan

(January 30, 1935 – September 14, 1984 / Tacoma, Washington)

Yes, The Fish Music

Poem by Richard Brautigan

A trout-colored wind blows
through my eyes, through my fingers,
and I remember how the trout
used to hide from the dinosaurs
when they came to drink at the river.
The trout hid in subways, castles,
and automobiles. They waited patiently for the dinosaurs to go away.

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  • Brian JaniBrian Jani (5/17/2014 2:58:00 PM)

    Richard A beautifully written poem. Keep it up(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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