Shadblow |
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Because the shad
are swimming
in our waters now,
breaching the skin
of the river with their
tarnished silvery fins,
heading upstream
straight for our tables
where already
knives and forks gleam
in anticipation, these trees
in the woods break
into flower--small, white
flags surrendering
to the season.
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