Alaska
You took me there
On short notice
To watch the moods
Of the locals
Change with the tide
Of that little fishing town....
Seldovia, Russian for herring.
And we came just in time
For the salmon run,
Their thick pink bodies
Showed up in droves
Waddling past our hooks
Like the beginning of a far away
Hint of thunder,
And just then,
I started living,
Hands in the whirling tide
Fish on a line,
Catch,
Release,
Catch,
Release,
Catch release
You said it was like breathing,
To me their beauty had the strength of a thousand full
Moons.
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