The fishermen
around the settling ponds
a dozen dotted priests
observe the murky depths
the air between
the seedy grass and blackcurrant hedges
sticky as jam
the learning disabled
out on a trip from the Marlene Reid
point with unembarrassed arms
at the lad who is landing
his fourth fish ever
surrounded by strangers
a gunmetal carp
scooped from a pool of tomato soup
and let go
Terri )O(
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