Catfish
It is a thing of wonder,
this fish,
Missouri channel cat nearly four feet long,
wet pewter worn with water.
Father holds it up for the box camera, muscles
balled beneath green polo shirt,
sweat spreading slowly like vast continents.
This is one that didn't escape, whiskered
face smooth gray as a hog's head
bringing back old stories of catfish
big as men lying hidden on river's floor,
waiting their turn to grin,
dangle cigarettes from niches of mouths, click cameras,
capture us as trophies and mere men.
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