on the canal
were placed
almost half a century ago
temporary has evolved
into permanent temp
like a seven dollar fifty cent
macjob
stuck in low tide
with no way out
to the bounty
of the trophy fishers
just beyond an arm's length
sunburn
where your trusty reach
is a sign of manna
promised
where only the sun
speaks your language
deep mangroves
your only peace
--- e b bortz
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