or, Carpe Diem
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The bouyancy of fecundity
is echoed across the surface
of the warm, low, and muddied
waters of the Susquehanna
in the rolling, splashing, roiling
of the carp spawning themselves
into all the tomorrows this river
may support the life of fishes.
Their ecstatic thrashing in the
weeds of the balmy slurry just
below the eye of cormorants,
herons, and peregrines makes me
to pause and ask - as the sweat
pours down my back on my early
morning walk - amid the tussle in
their gyrations do they notice the
warming of the climate; or, do they
like us, not speak of the rising
temperatures - lobsters in a cool
pot of water, denying an ambient
demise - in good decorum.
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