The only thing this poem lacks
is a great line about that flash
that was in my head this morning flopping
in and out between dream and waking
like an impassioned salmon jumping upstream –
silver shimmer on the lam.
The moment it leaps out of the water again
I’ll catch it barehanded, and wrestle it down
so fast it won’t have time to call its lawyer
before it’s deboned and dressed for dinner.
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