Salmon Leap
T Tom Billsborough
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Perpetual waterfall,
A green pool,
Where willows bow their shadows.
Its solace I swallow
And allow it to patrol
The tenuous suburbs of my soul.
Not long before the reckless salmon
Leap and fall, leap and fall.
Until they reach the higher level,
Nearer to the spawning grounds.
I think myself so small composing sounds,
As witness by comparison,
With only brief orisons
To their real endeavour.
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