Twisted Fish

TWISTED FISHI have a brief hallucination of small crisp leaves lyinglike pieces of dried-up skinon riverine paving stones.Tourists move in shoalsbeneath the trees.I reach the place of plunder and brag:needle and memorial,statues of twisted fish.Westminster: I have come too far.A copper in shirtsleeves standsat the stern of a boat as it turns into the current.Such is the river: choppy and brown; it slops and smacksconcrete, wood and brick,agitated about something.