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DEAD SERPENTINE

 

I watch at the fisherboy’s shoulder.

He fishes the Serpentine.  Fishes

for nothing.  Nothing that I can see.

By the mid-afternoon his keepnet

is empty. 

...

   

(For full text see the Kindle ebook The Nature of Things (Collected Poems) by Alan Marshfield)

   

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