Lunkers

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Betting rich flesh
agianst times of drought,
deep ice,
the big ones hold
to dark water where
amber light goes gray,
cools and slows.
Moving from pool to pool,
they wait with needle teeth
for weary, broken, or careless
to quit swift current.

Rising from shadows
at 17th and Broadway,
silver Rolls glides
into the flow,
angles upstream,
cross-current.
Returns to shadows.