Looking for Catfish
   
rubber moccasins dug firmly
into a bed of old sand
and clam shells honed into
shivs by an unyielding current 
habit is bait for the fish
that refuses to be found
in some places, they grow larger than legend,
mauling oxen and fishermen
with the devil's fingertips
poking out of their gums, or
making the shore rumble
by thrashing under a god's thumb
but here? toothless barbeled sharks,
aquatic possums passing by
as I try to harness that which
sees me as just another stone
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