Friday, September 12, 2014


Last night
I was mistakenly happy
for two hours.

The thrill reminded me
of the first summer
I went fishing with my father,

when I caught
a P. Lineatus which was
under the minimum length limit,

and I had to
return it to the river
and watch it go away.


  1. Regret and joy may walk hand in hand, as you so aptly show.

    I wrote a poem today inspired by your couplets. I don't know if you realize how much I admire your poetic vision, Kenia, from these few thoughts I leave in commentary. You have a unique gift.

  2. My father taught "Keep the little ones and let the big ones go. That you'll always have big fish in your pond. Besides the little ones taste better."