A Shortage of Fishermen

Nicholas Boever

she straddled shoulders
to stir weir woven hearts:
sun cinnabar rolled indigo or

 old bull bones drowned:
thunder where fingerlings pulled,
she swam fingertips down

 where whippoorwill reeds
whistled she swam, eyes
eggs spawning trout to swallow
stars each night.

Nicholas Boever lives on a lake in Hopkinton, MA, split between being a poet who writes novels or a novelist who writes poems, and though the lake isn't always there, the writing never stops. He completed his graduate studies with the New Hampshire Institute of Art's MFA program for creative writing and enjoys biking, kayaking, and hiking when he isn't staring off into space in his office.