My reading
Choir on the Rogue River
Breaking the mouth
Of the jetty with their
Sea lice-laden gills
The chrome steelhead
Are boiling
In the river now
Swimming upstream
Straight for the gravel
Where by now
Rods and beaks poise
In expectation, the men
On the bank burst
Into song- a fisher’s
Choir, celebrating
Eternal Spring
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