The heavy river water
pushed away
by black coal barges.
The boy with
a cane pole
Watching and smelling.
Phew! Mississippi water
mixed with sewage
and hungry carp.
Can of corn.
One kernel for bait.
The pole bends slowly.
It's a big one.
Two pounds maybe.
Molting diseased scales.
Three on a fume-laden
summer afternoon
with an oily reflected sun.
Under the rose bushes
at home;
calamine for stinging nettles.
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