Salmon Ladder

The smooth sea silver
goes from fish that cast

a losing weight on water.
Spawned out, they swim

two thousand miles
with sides half gone,

pink meat hanging loose,
jaws hooked on getting there.

Such skeletons climb ladders,
the bones keep coming.

by Jeanne Lohmann

Jeanne Lohmann migrated from the midwest to northwest via Denver, San Francisco. She has had a lifelong love affair with poetry, and is committed to that vocation. Jeanne enjoys doing workshops and readings. Her recent collections in print include BETWEEN SILENCE AND ANSWER, and GRANITE UNDER WATER, a prose memoir, GATHERING A LIFE. Have about completed a new mss, A HABIT OF CONVERSATION. Jeanne notes that she "appreciate the way OPN enables and encourages poets in our community."

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