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.,
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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.
It doesn't show in the averages, but I've rated each of the three poems of yours I've read a 10, not my usual habit by the way.
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.
I think this is a fabulous poem and i think this poem is going to be very useful