the trout stream

the trout stream

walk the sleepers

one by one

by one by one

one by one

by one by one

hooks and worms

and rod and reel 

the evening’s boy

is troutward bound 

along the saddletank line

beneath the main

past the creaking sheds

that sped his feet beneath

the dead works walls and

all the way the ruins closed

and closer until it

breathed the reedmace’s

sunny way along the pipe

that carried the mysterious what

that held the balanced tread

of trespass through the gasometer works

and there he was 

it was the

worm in the flow and

trout in mind’s eye so

he’ll walk the sundown

as he always did

in the turning of the day’s

weariness as the gnats

danced the setting way

he flowed moonward 

for another day

another day

is won