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River Politics
I spit my smack,
Jim slugs his Jack,
Rob stews his lack,
Carey prepares his rack,
herons hunker on blowdowns,
deer wait on high moon for their rounds,
and the campfire
might as well be an empire
we all
watch dissolve
(in the slough, a carp roll, a splash)
into ash.
Source: Poetry (May 2012).
Biography
Adam Vines teaches at the University of Alabama at Birmingham and edits Birmingham Poetry Review. His first collection of poetry is The Coal Life (University of Arkansas Press, 2012).
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SUBJECT Activities, Sports & Outdoor Activities, Nature, Animals
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