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Anarchy Creek

Saint Paul, 14 August 2011

I fished Anarchy Creek.

Instead of reaching
my two fish any size limit
intransigent trout
organized a coalition
to ignore my Hula Popper
with its pulsating skirt.

Leaving me to wonder
why red-blooded tax paying
citizens are restricted
from detonating explosives
to coax a head-strong fatty
belly-up into its nether world.