River Politics

By Adam Vines Adam Vines
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).

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This poem originally appeared in the May 2012 issue of Poetry magazine

May 2012
 Adam  Vines

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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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