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September 23, 2022 by The Citron Review

by DS Maolalai


river’s alive. trout all over
wriggling, silver as coins.
as old money – punts –
stags and other animals.
do you remember?
something in that
making currency –
dignity and animals.
we had something there. knew
what was value. the leaping fish.
seabirds. a horse cast in copper.
over the river, trees hang limp
as laundry from a line –
all willow leaves. the air verdigris –
sunlight in between.
aodhain casts – I cast
and reel. nothing comes
though we see beneath
the fishes. we settle down,
drink beer from flasks
while aodhain looks for fossils.
we all have interests – silver
scales in shallows, grey stones
encased in shale, encased in time
as it is displayed to us.


DS Maolalai has received ten nominations for Best of the Net and seven for the Pushcart Prize. His poetry has been released in three collections, Love is Breaking Plates in the Garden (Encircle Press, 2016), Sad Havoc Among the Birds (Turas Press, 2019), and Noble Rot (Turas Press, 2022).


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