A BREAM BETWEEN LIFE AND DEATH

I still remember a bream

gasping on the bottom

of a rowing boat

forty years ago,

and the remark 

(by whom, I have forgotten -

my grandfather, father, mother 

all are dead

who could have said it)

how they taste

bad, and no memory

of whether it was saved

and thrown back in the lake

to breath again

or if I tasted

it that evening

beside the campfire

burning bright

in the summer night.

01.09.2025

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