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River's End

At the foot of the Elbow
just above the Bow
an angler drowned
feet wedged
in a shopping cart
split-cane rod still 
firmly in his grasp.

On the Grand
just below the Gorge
another died 
on opening weekend
few details are known.

On the Niagara, 
at the Whirlpool
and on the Detroit
bodies pop-up 
quite regularly
but few are anglers.

When I go I hope
to have my waders on
but there are miles
of river to come 
before I pass 
my rods to you.



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  1. Date: 4/22/2014 9:44:00 AM

    Wow, sorry you had to see that.
  1. Date: 4/22/2014 7:34:00 AM

    What an interesting piece. I found the reference to the Detrit river amusing. The ones with cement shoes will not likely ever reach the surface.