the following poem was written in response to above photo as an assignment in an online poetry class
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Knee-deep in stillness, it waits—a question mark pressed into the shallows. Then, like a blade slipped between the ribs of the river, it strikes. Nothing moves but the fish’s silver flicker of regret.
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