I am
trawling through my life
to place all the
fish in neat
categories befitting
size and scale, their
baleful eyes

and the weight of the
net bursts my heart,
tears my hands
makes my eyes
water with
sadness and
heavy memories

still counting are the
fishes, the
catch I have in my
thinning arms  - I risk
handlessness and no
to do this
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