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Poem: Florida: Schoolboy on Break

Eager to make a catch, any catch he can,
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March 25, 2016

Eager to make a catch, any catch he can,
he grips the rod and sets eye on the bobber;
imagining the strike, he wants to reel it in
to see what’s lurking in the water.

The intracoastal avenue is calm
until bridge jaws open to let a tall mast pass;
he loves the clap of wake on concrete wall,
he hates the shrimp blood on his hand. Time

swells, he’s an empty raft, God’s floater.
But then the rod bends, he pulls, reels, electrically alive,
and there’s joy in blood, I smell it in his voice,
the puffer fish ballooning now so fast

it’s like a ball dolphins nip for play, to get a toxin high,
and it blinks, unique in air, common and afraid.

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