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Dowitchers at Sunset
STAYING BALANCED
Nothing would stay put in those heaves.
They stabbed and stuck, with spiny gills,
needle-like teeth--sharp fins sheared
through burlap--I wanted to murder
them there. Lingcod gorged
on snapper even in my sack,
tails protruding
from insatiable maws,
heads stuck deep
in dead throats, and me,
clinging to the railing--
while the deckhand chuckled
and the whole world rolled--
always so off-balance
I couldn't leap into the waves.
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