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Rain, rain

November 20, 2011
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No fishing today in this weather. But it’s the perfect time for poetry.

Fish
By Christopher Vera

Hunger
seeking
anticipate
attack
pain
burning
tearing
thrash. thrash.
pressure
lifting
sunlight
suffocating in air
flounder
hands, ungentle
fingers pulling
flight
splash
descent
hiding
deep in darkness
waiting
waiting
hunger.

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