Shadblow Poem By Linda Pastan

Shadblow Poem By Linda Pastan

Because the shad,
are swimming,
in our waters now,
breaching the skin,
of the river with their
tarnished silvery fins,
heading upstream
straight for our tables
where already
knives and forks gleam
in anticipation, these trees
in the woods break
into flower—small, white
flags surrendering
to the season.

Linda Pastan
first published in The Georgia Review, vol. LV, no. 2, Summer 2001

Shadblow Poem By Linda Pastan

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