Today's poem is by Lindsey Royce

God is the Fish in My Mouth
        to John

Let me feel your sun warm my throat,
illuminating me from inside.

What spills from crows' beaks
but seeds and trinkets—

and an earring, dry fly, fishing line.
All slide through watery mouths.

Do I walk away, heart tight as a walnut—
or towards, which is really the same direction

the swallows eddy and a cormorant rises,
wet with a rainbow in his mouth.

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Copyright © 2023 Lindsey Royce All rights reserved
from The Book of John
Press 53
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission