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Slow Life: Osprey and Fisherman
With the stature
of the osprey
outside my house who stalks
the snakes at night,
Robo sits in his chair feet rooted
to the concrete his nephew’s cousin planted
smoking his blunt sipping
rainwater thinking of the fish
he will catch tomorrow.
He is fading
across my nextdoor mind
in and out between the shadows
as the osprey does on the road
out front my house.
Eli borrows water from the spigot
for drinking and to mix up concrete.
Rainwater his father leased me.
Eli shares the water with Robo,
and another blunt; no rum tonight for Eli
no powdered mania yes
the wind is down the sea sleeps soothed
there will be fish tomorrow.
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