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Baruch November: Summer, Duluth, M.N.
Cold morning slides a metal boat
into Lake Superior. My father
gouges sunlit waves
with oars, his back to far
horizon, his face to us—
until he anchors in the black
water and we reel
in crappie after crappie,
laughing at their name
and the ease at which
they are hooked,
wondering, in the shadow of
coming school days,
why more of life can’t
be drawn out
from darkness.
Copyright 2019 Baruch November. From Bar Mitzvah Dreams published by Main Street Rag.
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