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Upper Mississippi

Saint Paul, 6 November 2011

The lunkers below lock & dam no. 1
vanish then reappear in deep pools
coaxing our intentions toward
pole axes and sticks of TNT

Their disregard of our irrelevance
must be what stokes our animus
But then they are foraging for food
while we are fishing for compliments