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6/15/2007
After Michelle Boisseau lecture.
repetition added after Robert Anderson lecture.
slippage added after Wayne Miller lecture.

Brian G. Angevine
204 Brandon

PO Box 5
Cuba KS 66940
913.961.3823
brianangevine@mac.com

Fishing Camp

The way to the river

sinister and fearsome

for one so young.


“Look back,” he said

Before the descent

“See the way you came?”


 Steepening plane

hurtles me down

To the bottom and safety.


 Elusive stability

Lasts only to the edge

Of the logjam in the eddy.


 Immovable boulders block

The channel creating

a jumbled mass.


 Tangled twigs strain to hold

carry my weight

tenuously clinging, unstable.


 “Look back,” he says

“Where have you been?”

“Can you find your way?”


Sudden movement afoot

panicked recoil

from the watersnake.


 Alert now, step lightly

find solid footing

before commitment.


 Cast without knowing

of success or failure

at the end of the action.


 Purling peril of the river

gives up its treasure

in a leap and spray.


A lost rainbow is

naught, unbearable when

comes another day.

 When comes another day.


--37 lines