A light metal canoea river below the dam
walk it to water
paddle your arms
feel the current
against you
listen to the light
silence
a bell like riffle
against the stern
lapping of water
light illuminates the deep
counting eight whiskerschannel cat barbels on
Ictalarus pinctatus
in the waning of the light
the dark mirror
barely reflects
no thoughts
no life
but night
and Friday evening
fishfry
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