2024, Ohio River Valley Literature, poetry, river life, the no-scape, Working Class Literature

The Storied Water in Dead Eyes, 14

Oh I will be talking to that taunting catfish again. I will I will I will. In the long evening after the cruise, the day’s last light going to bed west of the L&N bridge, smoking my pipe, clearing my mind of everything except trying to trick that mud eater into remaining uncaught until I can get my fishing pole.

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