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Black Creek
by Andrew Higgins

In the heat of the summer
I fished a small stream
that fell through a sharp gorge.
Loose dirt, roots, and scree
clattered like cups.
Oaks and aspens covered
dark waterfalls and black pools
white with foam
which sheltered
hard, predatory sunfish
spiny with fins
and bellies
bright like
orange rinds.

 

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